Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSBooks are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThere can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man’s shirt on its morning run.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSIt is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThis is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSLife for my child is simple, and is good.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSAnd 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?
GWENDOLYN BROOKSArt hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSAs you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSLife must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSSometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSThere are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSGoodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSEven if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSExhaust the little moment soon it dies.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI don’t like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.
GWENDOLYN BROOKS