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"A Song in the Front Yard" 1945 Gwendolyn Brooks

“I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life./ I want to peek at the back/ where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows./ A girl gets sick of a rose.”


Poetry is Hard: "Ozzie" and "The Voice of God"

It’s two-fer Tuesday…on a Wednesday. Bogo hump day. A pair of poems fun day. A golden shovel and a percussive exercise. 471 more words


truth by Gwendolyn Brooks

And if sun comes

How shall we greet him?

Shall we not dread him,

Shall we not fear him

After so lengthy a

Session with shade?

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Five poems under Gender Studies

1. “An Introduction”
Kamala Das

I don’t know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru. 2,743 more words

Judith Wright

Little Known Black History Fact: Gwendolyn Brooks

Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was a pioneering poet who captured the joys and pains of the African-American experience in her work. Ms. Brooks won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950, the first Black person to do so. 421 more words


The Dreaded Question

by Major Jackson

It happened again yesterday, a question I increasingly hear as downright boorish, an effrontery on par with public flatulence. Whenever these words are spoken, my frustration is nearly instant, visible; one of the corners of my brown lips turns up and a dark frown emerges, and if I do not control the muscles in my face, my interlocutor will have to suffer a scowl as I attempt to push the rock back up the mountain. 1,167 more words