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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.

Gwendolyn Brooks

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
One reason cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.
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Animal Cat Happiness Media News Reason
I think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.
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Deep God Lonely Love Master Thinking
Do not be afraid of no, Who has so far, so very far to go.
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Afraid Journey Path Travel
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
What, what am I to do with all of this life?
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Life Myself Philosophy Unknown
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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Fire Flower Independent Language Poet Sweet
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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Hard Mistake Myself Talk Writing
I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.
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Black White
People are so in need, in need of help. People want so much that they do not know.
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Help Knowledge Need People
Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
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Goodness Health Inheritance Progress World
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.
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Children Death Forget Remember Yourself
I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don’t pay attention ’cause it probably has floated into somebody else’s head.
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Attention Float Head Poet Yourself
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
Poetry is life distilled.
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Life One Liner Poetry
Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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Life Perfume Sweet

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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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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