Gwendolyn Brooks

(7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas)

Gwendolyn Brooks Poems

1. Tommy 6/19/2015
2. Mayor Harold Washington 1/17/2012
3. Of De Witt Williams On His Way To Lincoln Cemetery 1/17/2012
4. The Life Of Lincoln West 1/17/2012
5. One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This 4/20/2012
6. The Sermon On The Warpland 1/17/2012
7. Jessie Mitchell’s Mother 1/17/2012
8. Riot 1/17/2012
9. A Penitent Considers Another Coming Of Mary 1/17/2012
10. The Blackstone Rangers 1/17/2012
11. The Children Of The Poor 1/17/2012
12. The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith 1/17/2012
13. Of Robert Frost 1/17/2012
14. Young Afrikans 1/17/2012
15. The Vacant Lot 1/17/2012
16. Boy Breaking Glass 1/17/2012
17. The Rites For Cousin Vit 1/17/2012
18. Primer For Blacks 1/17/2012
19. When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story 1/17/2012
20. Truth 1/17/2012
21. A Song In The Front Yard 1/17/2012
22. Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind 1/1/2004
23. The Lovers Of The Poor 1/20/2003
24. The Independent Man 1/1/2004
25. The Sonnet-Ballad 1/20/2003
26. Kitchenette Building 1/1/2004
27. The Good Man 1/1/2004
28. The Ballad Of Rudolph Reed 1/1/2004
29. A Sunset Of The City 1/1/2004
30. My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell 1/1/2004
31. A Bronzeville Mother Loiters In Mississippi. Meanwhile, A Mississippi Mother Burns Bacon 1/1/2004
32. To The Diaspora 1/1/2004
33. The Bean Eaters 1/20/2003
34. Speech To The Young : Speech To The Progress-Toward 1/1/2004
35. Sadie And Maud 1/1/2004
36. The Crazy Woman 1/1/2004
37. To Be In Love 1/1/2004
38. The Mother 1/20/2003
39. We Real Cool 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Gwendolyn Brooks

We Real Cool

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

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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Tommy

I put my seed into the ground
And said, 'I'll watch it grow.'
I watered it and cared for it
As well as I could know.

One day I walked in my back yard,
And oh. what did I see!
My seed had popped itself right out
Without consulting me.

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