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?
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThis is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.
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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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Be yourself. Don’t imitate other poets. You are as important as they are.
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Reading is important – read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything.
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It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.
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Exhaust the little moment soon it dies.
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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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Sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
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A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
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We 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.
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I don’t like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.
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I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.
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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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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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