Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSLife must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThe music is in minors.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThe 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 BROOKSWe are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSTruth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSDo not be afraid of no, Who has so far, so very far to go.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSShe was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSWe real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSExhaust the little moment soon it dies.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSEven if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSGood health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSTo be in love Is to touch things with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSArt hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSWhen 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 BROOKSDon’t let anyone call you a minority if you’re black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You’re not less than anybody else.
GWENDOLYN BROOKS