Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks's Poetry, by popularity

• The Near-Johannesburg Boy

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

  33 lines
• The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith

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

  175 lines
• Young Afrikans

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

  31 lines
• The Vacant Lot

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

  11 lines
• When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story

  —And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
  And most especially when you have forgotten Sunda

  28 lines
• The Blackstone Rangers

  AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
  

  90 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
• Boy Breaking Glass

  To Marc Crawford
  from whom the commissioin

  45 lines
• The Life Of Lincoln West

  Ugliest little boy
  that everyone ever saw.

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

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

  29 lines
• What Shall I Give My Children

  What shall I give my children? who are poor,
  Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land,

  14 lines
• Ulysses

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

  26 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
• Of Robert Frost

  There is a little lightning in his eyes.
  Iron at the mouth.

  7 lines
• The Lovers Of The Poor

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

  99 lines
• 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
• 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
• To The Diaspora

  you did not know you were Afrika
  When you set out for Afrika

  24 lines
• The Good Man

  The good man.
  He is still enhancer, renouncer.

  24 lines
• The Egg Boiler

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

  14 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
• The Last Quatrain Of The Ballad Of Emmett Till

      (after the murder,
      after the burial)

  10 lines
• The Coora Flower

  Today I learned the coora flower
  grows high in the mountains of Itty-go-luba Bésa.

  20 lines
• A Pentinent Considers Another Coming Of Mary

  If Mary came would Mary
  Forgive, as Mothers may,

  10 lines, 1 comment
• The Crazy Woman

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

  13 lines, 1 comment
• 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 Bean Eaters

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

  13 lines, 1 comment
• Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-Toward

  Say to them,
  say to the down-keepers,

  12 lines
• Black Love

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

  44 lines
• The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed

  Rudolph Reed was oaken.
  His wife was oaken too.

  60 lines, 1 comment

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