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CHARLES

by Gwendolyn Brooks

Sick-times, you go inside yourself,
And scarce can come away.
You sit and look outside yourself
At people passing by.

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May 3, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

NARCISSA

by Gwendolyn Brooks

Some of the girls are playing jacks.
Some are playing ball.
But small Narcissa is not playing
Anything at all.

Small Narcissa sits upon
A brick in her back yard
And looks at tiger-lilies,
And shakes her pigtails hard.

First she is an ancient queen
In pomp and purple veil.
Soon she is a singing wind.
And, next, a nightingale.

How fine to be Narcissa,
A-changing like all that!
While sitting still, as still, as still
As anyone ever sat!

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April 14, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Mexie and Bridie

by Gwendolyn Brooks

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March 13, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

ELDORA, WHO IS RICH

by Gwendolyn Brooks

“A RICH girl moved in there,” they said.
And thought to find a golden head,
Almost, with diamond ears and eyes!
But soon there came a nice surprise.
They saw a child run out to see
Themselves. She yelled, “Please play with me!”
And brought her doll, and skipped, and smiled,
Like any other little child.

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March 5, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

VAL

by Gwendolyn Brooks

When grown-ups at parties are laughing,
I do not like the sound.
It doesn’t have any frosting.
It doesn’t go up from the ground.

So when my Daddy chased me
Away from the bend in the stair,
With a “Get about your business!”
I didn’t really care.

I’d rather be in the basement.
I’d rather be outside.
I’d rather get my bicycle
And ride.

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February 22, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

ROBERT, WHO IS OFTEN A STRANGER TO HIMSELF

by Gwendolyn Brooks

Do you ever look in the looking-glass
And see a stranger there?
A child you know and do not know,
Wearing what you wear?

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February 18, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

GERTRUDE

by Gwendolyn Brooks

When I hear Marian Anderson sing,
I am a STUFFless kind of thing.

Heart is like the flying air.
I cannot find it anywhere.

Fingers tingle. I am cold
And warm and young and very old.

But, most, I am a STUFFless thing
When I hear Marian Anderson sing.

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February 7, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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