There is a little lightning in his eyes.
Iron at the mouth.
His brows ride neither too far up nor down.

He is splendid. With a place to stand.

Some glowing in the common blood.
Some specialness within.

(C) Gwendolyn Brooks
03/25/2017


Best Poems of Gwendolyn Brooks

• The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith
• The Crazy Woman
• Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery
• A Song In The Front Yard
• My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell
• Truth
• Riot
• The Sonnet-ballad
• To Be In Love
• The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed
• The Children Of The Poor
• The Rites For Cousin Vit
• Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-toward
• The Sermon On The Warpland
• Jessie Mitchell-s Mother
• To The Diaspora
• Mayor Harold Washington
• One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This
• The Blackstone Rangers
• Primer For Blacks
• When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story