Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSWhen 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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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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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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When I start writing a poem, I don’t think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.
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Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
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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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Reading is important – read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything.
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Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
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Beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.
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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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Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.
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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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With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
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We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
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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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Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
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