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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?

Gwendolyn Brooks

No man can give me any word but Wait.
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Man Patience Poet Wait Word Writing
Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
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Art Material Translation World
Exhaust the little moment soon it dies.
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Death Moments Time
There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
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Insurance Man Oneself White
When white and black meet today, sometimes there is a ready understanding that there has been an encounter between two human beings. But often there is only, or chiefly, an awareness that Two Colors are in the room.
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Black Color Human Room Understand White
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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Guide Lost Magic Scream Time
I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
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Myself Talk Writing
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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Black Existence Ideas Myself Race
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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Air Book Flame Flower Medicine
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
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Food Growth Old Yourself
Life for my child is simple, and is good.
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Children Goodness Life Simplicity
Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.
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Brave Desire Inspirational Leadership
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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Blue Body Himself Love Man Rich Right Sweet Water World
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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Death Gold Identity Moments
The poetry is myself.
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Myself Poetry
I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.
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Interest Myself See Truth

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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