in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress
in 1985.
Gwendolyn Brooks was born on June 7, 1917, in Topeka, Kansas, to David Anderson Brooks and Keziah Wims, their first child. Her mother was a former school teacher who left teaching for marriage and motherhood, and her father, the son of a runaway slave
who fought in the Civil War
, had given up his ambition to become a doctor
to work as a janitor
because he could not afford to attend medical school
.
It is brave to be involved To be not fearful to be unresolved.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.
Art hurts. Art urges voyages — and it is easier to stay at home.
When I start writing a poem, I don't think about models or about what anybody else in the world has done.
A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
Art is a refining and evocative translation of the materials of the world.
Be careful what you swallow. Chew!
I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.