Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks (June 7, 1917 – December 3, 2000) was an African-American poet. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950 and was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985.
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“Pygmies expand in cold impossible air,
Cry fie on giantshine, poor glory which
Pounds breast-bone punily, screeches, and has
Reached no Alps: or, knows no Alps to reach.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“Rise.
Let us combine. There are no magics or elves
Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must
Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
They took my lover’s tallness off to war.
Left me lamenting.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“First fight. Then fiddle.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“With the narcotic milk of peace for men
Who find Thy beautiful center ...”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)