Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSLife must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSEven if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThere can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSPoetry is life distilled.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSGoodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThis is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI don’t like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSAnd if sun comes how shall we greet him? shall we not dread him, shall we not fear him after so lengthy a session with shade?
GWENDOLYN BROOKSGood health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSWe don’t ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSIt is brave to be involved.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThe poetry is myself.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSExhaust the little moment soon it dies.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThe forties and fifties were years of high poet-incense; the language-flowers were thickly sweet. Those flowers whined and begged white folks to pick them, to find them lovable. Then the ’60s: Independent fire!
GWENDOLYN BROOKSWe are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
GWENDOLYN BROOKS