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.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSWriting is a delicious agony.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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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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Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
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Sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
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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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We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
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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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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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Each body has its art.
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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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I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.
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Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
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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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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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Writing is a delicious agony.
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