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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    Old people working. Making a gift of garden.
    Or washing a car, so some one else may ride.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

    We say ourselves fortunate to be driving by today.
    That we may look at them, in their gardens where
    The summer ripeness rots. But not raggedly.
    Even the leaves fall down in lovelier patterns here.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

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

    Sadie was one of the livingest chits
    In all the land.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)

    My Father, it is surely a blue place
    And straight. Right. Regular.
    Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)