Poems by Gwendolyn Brooks
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The Blackstone Rangers
... s child from the rooming-flat, pants carefully, peers at ...
Of Robert Frost
... His brows ride neither too far up nor down ...
Gay Chaps at the Bar
... This poem originally appeared in the November 1944 issue of Poetry ...
of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery
... Don’t forget the Dance Halls&mdash ...
a song in the front yard
... And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace ...
when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story
... That is to say, went across the front room floor to the ink-spotted table in the southwest corner ...
Jessie Mitchell’s Mother
... “My mother is jelly-hearted and she has a brain of jelly: ...
A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary
... She would not shake her head and leave ...
kitchenette building
... an elaborate song for one voice with orchestral accompaniment, appearing most often in opera (&ldquo ...
Young Afrikans
... knowing where deaths are, where the kind kills are ...
The Children of the Poor
... 3 And shall I prime my children, pray, to pray ...
The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith
... He would Not understand your counsels on control, nor ...
the vacant lot
... With his great white strong cold squares of teeth ...
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