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Hans Christian Andersen
Hans Christian Andersen

April

April


'- Frihed, synger Du, April!
med nyfødt Grønt og Sommer-Smiil.'
*
(Strandveien).


En ung Herre (til …

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

Young Afrikans

Young Afrikans

of the furious

Who take Today and jerk it out of joint
have made new underpinnings and a Head.


Bla…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

We Real Cool

We Real Cool

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.


We real cool. We
Left school. We


Lurk …

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

to the Diaspora

to the Diaspora

you did not know you were Afrika

When you set out for Afrika
you did not know you were going.
Because
you…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

the vacant lot

the vacant lot

Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick
Isn’t here any more.
All done with seeing her fat little form
Burst out of the basement door…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

the sonnet-ballad

the sonnet-ballad

Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
They took my lover's tallness off to war,
Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

the rites for Cousin Vit

the rites for Cousin Vit

Carried her unprotesting out the door.
Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can't hold her,
That stuff and satin aiming …

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

The Lovers of the Poor

The Lovers of the Poor

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bar…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

The Independent Man

The Independent Man

Now who could take you off to tiny life
In one room or in two rooms or in three
And cork you smartly, like the flask of wine …

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

The Crazy Woman

The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

The Blackstone Rangers

The Blackstone Rangers

I
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES


There they are.
Thirty at the corner.
Black, raw, ready.

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

The Ballad of Rudolph Reed

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…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

Primer For Blacks

Primer For Blacks

Blackness
is a title,
is a preoccupation,
is a commitment Blacks
are to comprehend—
and in which you ar…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

Sadie and Maud

Sadie and Maud

Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.


She didn't l…

304
Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

Of Robert Frost

Of Robert Frost

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


H…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and …

270
Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind

Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind

What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose directions are
sterling, whose lunge is straight?

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

Kitchenette Building

Kitchenette Building

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong
Like "rent…

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

A Sunset of the City

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 go…

248
Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary

A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary

For Reverend Theodore Richardson

If Mary came would Mary
Forgive, as Mothers may,
And…

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Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire

Vitam Impendere Amori

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms
Do you remember his encounter

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Gwendolyn Brooks

She did not scream.

She did not scream.
She stood there.
But a hatred for him burst into glorious flower,
And its perfume enclasped them--big,
Bigger than all magnol…

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Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire

The Skirt

The Skirt

Hallo Germaine that's a fine skirt you have
A fine skirt for a queen A cruel queen
Let's feel the silk of it Silk from Japan
An…

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Guillaume Apollinaire
Guillaume Apollinaire

There Is

There Is

There is this ship which has taken my beloved back again
There are six Zeppelin sausages in the sky and with night
coming on it makes a …

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