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Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.
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#American Poet #Gold

It is brave to be involved / To be not fearful to be unresolved.
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#Brave

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
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we are each other's magnitude and bond.
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When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
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#American Poet #Body

Each body has its art…
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#Art

Don't let anyone call you a minority if you're black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You're not less than anybody else.
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#American Poet #Minority

A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
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#American Poet #Education

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.
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#American Poet #Art

When you use the term minority or minorities in reference to people, you're telling them that they're less than somebody else.
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Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.
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First fight. Then fiddle.
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I felt that I had to write. Even if I had never been published, I knew that I would go on writing, enjoying it and experiencing the challenge.
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I've always thought of myself as a reporter.
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Look at what's happening in this world. Every day there's something exciting or disturbing to write about. With all that's going on, how could I stop?
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What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.
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#American Poet

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths, If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate. Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine?-- Since anyhow you are dead. Or rather, or instead, You were never made. But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All.
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#Mothers #Mothers Day

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I'll wait until November That is the time for me. I'll go out in the frosty dark And sing most terribly. And all the little people Will stare at me and say, "That is the Crazy Woman Who would not sing in May."
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#Poems about Women

We real cool. We Left School. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
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#Short