Gwendolyn Brooks Night Poems

  • 1.
    Iâ??ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
    I want a peek at the back
    Where itâ??s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
    A girl gets sick of a rose.
    ...
  • 2.
    To Marc Crawford
    from whom the commission
    Whose broken window is a cry of art
    (success, that winks aware
    ...
  • 3.
    Inamoratas, with an approbation,
    Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

    He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
    ...
  • 4.
    And if sun comes
    How shall we greet him?
    Shall we not dread him,
    Shall we not fear him
    ...
  • 5.
    Rudolph Reed was oaken.
    His wife was oaken too.
    And his two good girls and his good little man
    Oakened as they grew.
    ...
  • 6.
    Say to them,
    say to the down-keepers,
    the sun-slappers,
    the self-soilers,
    ...
  • 7.
    I
    AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES


    ...
  • 8.
    Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
    My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
    Are gone from the house.
    My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
    ...
Total 8 Night Poems by Gwendolyn Brooks

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