Gwendolyn Brooks

Gwendolyn Brooks

Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an African-American poet. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950 and was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985.

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    Echoes are dull and the body accepts no touch
    Except its pain. Mind is a little isle.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

    Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
    They took my lover’s tallness off to war.
    Left me lamenting.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

    Think of sweet and chocolate,
    Left to folly or to fate,
    Whom the higher gods forgot,
    Whom the lower gods berate;
    Physical and underfed
    Fancying on the featherbed ...
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

    Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt
    Drag out to their last dregs and I resume
    On such legs as are left me, in such heart
    As I can manage, remember to go home,
    My taste will not have turned insensitive
    To honey and bread old purity could love.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

    The music is in minors.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)