The 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 BROOKSThere are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.
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Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.
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I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.
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Don’t let anyone call you a minority if you’re black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You’re not less than anybody else.
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It frightens me to realize that, if I had died before the age of fifty, I would have died a ‘Negro’ fraction.
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Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
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Beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.
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Life for my child is simple, and is good.
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What I’m fighting for now in my work… for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.
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And 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?
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Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
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As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
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To be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
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Poetry is life distilled.
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Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.
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