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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.

Gwendolyn Brooks

Sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
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Deal Devil Friendship Man Save Yourself
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
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Milk Myself
She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
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Deep Hereslf Learning Love Moments
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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Black Expression Fight Home Oppression Project Work
No man can give me any word but Wait.
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Man Patience Poet Wait Word Writing
I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.
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Challenge Enjoyment Experience Feeling Publish Writing
Be yourself. Don’t imitate other poets. You are as important as they are.
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Be Yourself Imitation Important Poet Yourself
Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.
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Day Night Yourself
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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Come Fear Greet Himself Session Sun
Exhaust the little moment soon it dies.
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Death Moments Time
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
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
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
Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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Life Perfume Sweet
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

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