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.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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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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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!
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Each body has its art.
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Be yourself. Don’t imitate other poets. You are as important as they are.
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Writing is a delicious agony.
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There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
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Do not be afraid of no, Who has so far, so very far to go.
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We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
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Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
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Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
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I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we’re here and we’re healthy.
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I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.
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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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When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
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There are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
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