Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
Top 65 wise famous quotes and sayings by Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks Famous Quotes & Sayings
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When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.
It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.
Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
When you use the term minority or minorities
in reference to people, you're telling them that
they're less than somebody else.
in reference to people, you're telling them that
they're less than somebody else.
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?
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold it will not come
Again in this identical disguise.
And be it gash or gold it will not come
Again in this identical disguise.
I don't like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.
And if sun comes / How shall we greet him? / Shall we not dread him, / Shall we not fear him / After so lengthy a / Session with shade?
I like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.
Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.
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.
Books are meat and medicine
and flame and flight and flower
steel, stitch, cloud and clout,
and drumbeats on the air.
and flame and flight and flower
steel, stitch, cloud and clout,
and drumbeats on the air.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don't pay attention 'cause it probably has floated into somebody else's head.
There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
It frightens me to realize that, if I had died before the age of fifty, I would have died a 'Negro' fraction ...
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.