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!
GWENDOLYN BROOKSBe yourself. Don’t imitate other poets. You are as important as they are.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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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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What, what am I to do with all of this life?
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With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
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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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To be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
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She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
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I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.
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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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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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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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There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
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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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We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
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Beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.
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Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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