Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks's Poetry, by written

• Kitchenette Building

  We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
  Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong

  15 lines, 11 comments
• 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
• The Crazy Woman

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

  13 lines, 1 comment
• To Be In Love

  To be in love
  Is to touch with a lighter hand.

  31 lines, 1 comment
• Ulysses

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

  26 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
• 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 Coora Flower

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

  20 lines
• The Lovers Of The Poor

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

  99 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 Last Quatrain Of The Ballad Of Emmett Till

      (after the murder,
      after the burial)

  10 lines
• Boy Breaking Glass

  To Marc Crawford
  from whom the commissioin

  45 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
• Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery

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

  29 lines
• Of Robert Frost

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

  7 lines
• The Blackstone Rangers

  AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
  

  90 lines
• The Life Of Lincoln West

  Ugliest little boy
  that everyone ever saw.

  154 lines
• The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith

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

  175 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
• Young Afrikans

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

  31 lines
• The Near-Johannesburg Boy

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

  33 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
• We Real Cool

      (The Pool Players
      Seven At The Golden Shovel)

  13 lines, 7 comments
• Black Love

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

  44 lines
• The Sonnet-Ballad

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

  14 lines, 2 comments
• The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed

  Rudolph Reed was oaken.
  His wife was oaken too.

  60 lines, 1 comment
• 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
• Sadie And Maud

  Maud went to college.
  Sadie stayed home.

  20 lines, 4 comments
• The Bean Eaters

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

  13 lines, 1 comment

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