Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks's Poetry, by first line

• Gay Chaps At The Bar

  ...and guys I knew in the States, young
  officers, return from the front crying and

  20 lines, 1 comment
• The Sonnet-Ballad

  Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
  They took my lover's tallness off to war,

  14 lines, 2 comments
• The Bean Eaters

  They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair,
  Dinner is a casual affair.

  13 lines, 1 comment
• Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind

  What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are
  sterling, whose lunge is straight?

  9 lines
• My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

  I hold my honey and I store my bread
  In little jars and cabinets of my will.

  13 lines, 2 comments
• The Good Man

  The good man.
  He is still enhancer, renouncer.

  24 lines
• The Mother

  Abortions will not let you forget.
  You remember the children you got that you did not get,

  35 lines, 7 comments
• The Crazy Woman

  I shall not sing a May song.
  A May song should be gay.

  13 lines, 1 comment
• The Egg Boiler

  Being you, you cut your poetry from wood.
  The boiling of an egg is heavy art.

  14 lines
• The Old Marrieds

  But in the crowding darkness not a word did they say.
  Though the pretty-coated birds had piped so lightly all the day.

  6 lines
• A Pentinent Considers Another Coming Of Mary

  If Mary came would Mary
  Forgive, as Mothers may,

  10 lines, 1 comment
• The Last Quatrain Of The Ballad Of Emmett Till

      (after the murder,
      after the burial)

  10 lines
• We Real Cool

      (The Pool Players
      Seven At The Golden Shovel)

  13 lines, 7 comments
• The Lovers Of The Poor

            arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
  Arrive in the afternoon, the late light sla

  99 lines
• A Sunset Of The City

  Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
  My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,

  29 lines, 1 comment
• Ulysses

  At home we pray every morning, we
  get down on our knees in a circle,

  26 lines
• Black Love

  Black love, provide the adequate electric
  for what is lapsed and lenient in us now.

  44 lines
• A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon

  From the first it had been like a
  Ballad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.

  128 lines
• Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery

  He was born in Alabama.
  He was bred in Illinois.

  29 lines
• The Blackstone Rangers

  AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
  

  90 lines
• The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith

  Inamoratas, with an approbation,
  Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

  175 lines
• Jessie Mitchell’s Mother

  Into her mother’s bedroom to wash the ballooning body.
  “My mother is jelly-hearted and she has a brain of jelly:

  23 lines
• a song in the front yard

  I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
  I want a peek at the back

  22 lines, 5 comments
• Sadie And Maud

  Maud went to college.
  Sadie stayed home.

  20 lines, 4 comments
• The Vacant Lot

  Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick
  Isn’t here any more.

  11 lines
• Hunchback Girl: She Thinks Of Heaven

  My Father, it is surely a blue place,
  And Straight. Right. Regular. Where I shall find

  9 lines
• The Near-Johannesburg Boy

  My way is from woe to wonder.
  A Black boy near Johannesburg, hot in the Hot Time.

  33 lines
• The Independent Man

  Now who could take you off to tiny life
  In one room or in two rooms or in three

  10 lines, 2 comments
• Young Afrikans

  of the furious
  Who take Today and jerk it out of joint

  31 lines
• The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed

  Rudolph Reed was oaken.
  His wife was oaken too.

  60 lines, 1 comment

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