Gwendolyn Brooks Night Poems
- 1. A Song In The Front Yard
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. Boy Breaking Glass
To Marc Crawford
from whom the commission
Whose broken window is a cry of art
(success, that winks aware
... - 3. The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith
Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.
He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
... - 4. Truth
And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,
Shall we not fear him
... - 5. The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed
Rudolph Reed was oaken.
His wife was oaken too.
And his two good girls and his good little man
Oakened as they grew.
... - 6. Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-toward
Say to them,
say to the down-keepers,
the sun-slappers,
the self-soilers,
... - 7. The Blackstone Rangers
I
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES
... - 8. A Sunset Of The City
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
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