{"id":68124,"date":"2026-06-07T08:00:11","date_gmt":"2026-06-07T12:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=68124"},"modified":"2026-06-05T13:56:58","modified_gmt":"2026-06-05T17:56:58","slug":"happy-birthday-gwendolyn-brooks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=68124","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;I want to write poems that will be non-compromising.&#8221; &#8212; poet Gwendolyn Brooks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks.jpg\" alt=\"Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks\" width=\"405\" height=\"512\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-68125\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks.jpg 405w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks-79x100.jpg 79w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks-158x200.jpg 158w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/Gwendolyn+Brooks+gbrooks-316x400.jpg 316w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 405px) 100vw, 405px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s her birthday today. <\/p>\n<p>I first encountered Gwendolyn Brooks&#8217;s stuff in Humanities in high school. Let&#8217;s hear it for public education. It&#8217;s only in retrospect that I can really see how good the curriculum was. We did a unit on the Harlem Renaissance. We did a unit on Japanese haikus. And we had to read &#8220;The Bean Eaters&#8221;. That was my introduction to Gwendolyn Brooks. <\/p>\n<p>Brooks&#8217; most famous poem is &#8220;We Real Cool&#8221;.  <\/p>\n<p><big>We Real Cool<\/big><\/p>\n<p>The Pool Players.<br \/>\nSeven at the Golden Shovel.<\/p>\n<p>We real cool. We<br \/>\nLeft school. We<\/p>\n<p>Lurk late. We<br \/>\nStrike straight. We<\/p>\n<p>Sing sin. We<br \/>\nThin gin. We<\/p>\n<p>Jazz June. We<br \/>\nDie soon. <\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/david-w-jackson-poet-gwendolyn-brooks-with-copy-of-maud-martha-in-1963.jpg\" alt=\"david-w-jackson-poet-gwendolyn-brooks-with-copy-of-maud-martha-in-1963\" width=\"366\" height=\"488\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-117834\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/david-w-jackson-poet-gwendolyn-brooks-with-copy-of-maud-martha-in-1963.jpg 366w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/david-w-jackson-poet-gwendolyn-brooks-with-copy-of-maud-martha-in-1963-75x100.jpg 75w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/david-w-jackson-poet-gwendolyn-brooks-with-copy-of-maud-martha-in-1963-150x200.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/david-w-jackson-poet-gwendolyn-brooks-with-copy-of-maud-martha-in-1963-300x400.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 366px) 100vw, 366px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nYou have to hear HER read it! <\/p>\n<p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oaVfLwZ6jes\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Born in 1917, she died in 2000. She was the descendant of a runaway slave, and her parents instilled in her the importance of getting an education. She started writing poetry very early, and was publishing stuff regularly as a teenager. She meant business. She went to both white and black high schools, which gave her an interesting perspective on Chicago&#8217;s racial divide. Her father encouraged her in her dream to be a writer. When she was a child, her father built her bookshelves and a desk, sending the message: &#8220;This is what is valuable&#8221;. Brooks wrote in everyday vernacular, and you can hear jazz and blues influence in her phrasing. <\/p>\n<p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/images-slides-Hughes_and_Gwendolyn_Brooks_1.jpg.png\" alt=\"images-slides-Hughes_and_Gwendolyn_Brooks_1.jpg\" width=\"570\" height=\"320\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-117836\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/images-slides-Hughes_and_Gwendolyn_Brooks_1.jpg.png 570w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/images-slides-Hughes_and_Gwendolyn_Brooks_1.jpg-100x56.png 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/images-slides-Hughes_and_Gwendolyn_Brooks_1.jpg-200x112.png 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/images-slides-Hughes_and_Gwendolyn_Brooks_1.jpg-400x225.png 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 570px) 100vw, 570px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\nThe Harlem Renaissance poets were important to her, as well as to her parents. In the Norton Literary Anthology, the editors write of Brooks&#8217;s influences:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Brooks learned the hard discipline of compression from two sources.  The modernists famously demanded that superfluities be eliminated, that every word be made to count (<i>le mot juste<\/i>), and this seems to have been the guiding principle of the Chicago poetry workshop she attended in the early 1940s, in which she read T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound and E.E. Cummings.  Brooks also learned this lesson from the spare, hard, stripped-down idiom of the blues, which Langston Hughes urged her to study.  Like the authors of the blues, she uses insistent rhymes and terse simplicity, and she can be at once understated and robust.  Despite Brooks&#8217;s reputation for directness, her poetry, like the blues and other African American oral traditions, evinces a sly and ironic indirection.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>She wrote a devastating poem called &#8220;The Boy Died In My Alley&#8221;. She observes, but not from afar. This has happened to her <em>neighbor<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><big>The Boy Died In My Alley<\/big><br \/>\nThe Boy died in my alley<br \/>\nwithout my Having Known.<br \/>\nPoliceman said, next morning,<br \/>\n&#8220;Apparently died Alone.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You heard a shot?&#8221; Policeman said.<br \/>\nShots I hear and Shots I hear.<br \/>\nI never see the Dead.<\/p>\n<p>The Shot that killed him yes I heard<br \/>\nas I heard the Thousand shots before;<br \/>\ncareening tinnily down the nights<br \/>\nacross my years and arteries.<\/p>\n<p>Policeman pounded on my door.<br \/>\n&#8220;Who is it?&#8221; &#8220;POLICE!&#8221; Policeman yelled.<br \/>\n&#8220;A Boy was dying in your alley.<br \/>\nA Boy is dead, and in your alley.<br \/>\nAnd have you known this Boy before?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I have known this Boy before.<br \/>\nI have known this boy before, who ornaments my alley.<br \/>\nI never saw his face at all.<br \/>\nI never saw his futurefall.<br \/>\nBut I have known this Boy.<\/p>\n<p>I have always heard him deal with death.<br \/>\nI have always heard the shout, the volley.<br \/>\nI have closed my heart-ears late and early.<br \/>\nAnd I have killed him ever.<\/p>\n<p>I joined the Wild and killed him<br \/>\nwith knowledgeable unknowing.<br \/>\nI saw where he was going.<br \/>\nI saw him Crossed.  And seeing,<br \/>\nI did not take him down.<\/p>\n<p>He cried not only &#8220;Father!&#8221;<br \/>\nbut &#8220;Mother!<br \/>\nSister!<br \/>\nBrother.&#8221;<br \/>\nThe cry climbed up the alley.<br \/>\nIt went up to the wind.<br \/>\nIt hung upon the heaven<br \/>\nfor a long<br \/>\nstretch-strain of Moment.<\/p>\n<p>The red floor of my alley<br \/>\nis a special speech to me.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks.jpg\" alt=\"gwendolyn-brooks\" width=\"448\" height=\"293\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-68119\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks.jpg 448w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-100x65.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-200x130.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-400x261.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 448px) 100vw, 448px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Brooks climbed to the greatest heights any poet can even hope to achieve, being appointed poetry consultant to the Library of Congress in 1985 (the first Black woman to be so honored). Chicago is full of streets named for her. There&#8217;s a junior high school named for her in Harvey, Illinois.<\/p>\n<p>In the late 1960s, she went to a Black writer&#8217;s conference. By this point she was in her 50s, a published poet, an established voice. But she met and talked with younger poets, many of whom were Black nationalists. She said she found it &#8220;uncomfortable&#8221;, but she felt that she &#8220;woke up&#8221;. She put it gorgeously, using words only a writer would use:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;Until 1967, my own blackness did not confront me with a shrill spelling of itself.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/brooks_gwendolyn.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/brooks_gwendolyn.jpg\" alt=\"brooks_gwendolyn\" width=\"214\" height=\"275\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-68121\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/brooks_gwendolyn.jpg 214w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/brooks_gwendolyn-77x100.jpg 77w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/brooks_gwendolyn-155x200.jpg 155w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 214px) 100vw, 214px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\nBrooks could not turn back. She organized a poetry workshop for young Black kids, and invited the members of a neighborhood gang called the Blackstone Rangers to join. She wrote a lengthy poem about them:  <\/p>\n<p><big>The Blackstone Rangers<\/big><\/p>\n<p>I<br \/>\nAS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES<\/p>\n<p>There they are.<br \/>\nThirty at the corner.<br \/>\nBlack, raw, ready.<br \/>\nSores in the city<br \/>\nthat do not want to heal.<\/p>\n<p>II<br \/>\nTHE LEADERS<\/p>\n<p>Jeff. Gene. Geronimo. And Bop.<br \/>\nThey cancel, cure and curry.<br \/>\nHardly the dupes of the downtown thing<br \/>\nthe cold bonbon,<br \/>\nthe rhinestone thing. And hardly<br \/>\nin a hurry.<br \/>\nHardly Belafonte, King,<br \/>\nBlack Jesus, Stokely, Malcolm X or Rap.<br \/>\nBungled trophies.<br \/>\nTheir country is a Nation on no map.<\/p>\n<p>Jeff, Gene, Geronimo and Bop<br \/>\nin the passionate noon,<br \/>\nin bewitching night<br \/>\nare the detailed men, the copious men.<br \/>\nThey curry, cure,<br \/>\nthey cancel, cancelled images whose Concerts<br \/>\nare not divine, vivacious; the different tins<br \/>\nare intense last entries; pagan argument;<br \/>\ntranslations of the night.<\/p>\n<p>The Blackstone bitter bureaus<br \/>\n(bureaucracy is footloose) edit, fuse<br \/>\nunfashionable damnations and descent;<br \/>\nand exulting, monstrous hand on monstrous hand,<br \/>\nconstruct, strangely, a monstrous pearl or grace.<\/p>\n<p>III<br \/>\nGANG GIRLS<\/p>\n<p>A Rangerette<\/p>\n<p>Gang Girls are sweet exotics.<br \/>\nMary Ann<br \/>\nuses the nutrients of her orient,<br \/>\nbut sometimes sighs for Cities of blue and jewel<br \/>\nbeyond her Ranger rim of Cottage Grove.<br \/>\n(Bowery Boys, Disciples, Whip-Birds will<br \/>\ndissolve no margins, stop no savory sanctities.)<\/p>\n<p>Mary is<br \/>\na rose in a whiskey glass.<\/p>\n<p>Mary\u2019s<br \/>\nFebruaries shudder and are gone. Aprils<br \/>\nfret frankly, lilac hurries on.<br \/>\nSummer is a hard irregular ridge.<br \/>\nOctober looks away.<br \/>\nAnd that\u2019s the Year!<br \/>\n                     Save for her bugle-love.<br \/>\nSave for the bleat of not-obese devotion.<br \/>\nSave for Somebody Terribly Dying, under<br \/>\nthe philanthropy of robins. Save for her Ranger<br \/>\nbringing<br \/>\nan amount of rainbow in a string-drawn bag.<br \/>\n\u201cWhere did you get the diamond?\u201d Do not ask:<br \/>\nbut swallow, straight, the spirals of his flask<br \/>\nand assist him at your zipper; pet his lips<br \/>\nand help him clutch you.<\/p>\n<p>Love\u2019s another departure.<br \/>\nWill there be any arrivals, confirmations?<br \/>\nWill there be gleaning?<\/p>\n<p>Mary, the Shakedancer\u2019s child<br \/>\nfrom the rooming-flat, pants carefully, peers at<br \/>\nher laboring lover &#8230;.<br \/>\n                     Mary! Mary Ann!<br \/>\nSettle for sandwiches! settle for stocking caps!<br \/>\nfor sudden blood, aborted carnival,<br \/>\nthe props and niceties of non-loneliness\u2014<br \/>\nthe rhymes of Leaning.<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-1-1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-1-1.jpg\" alt=\"gwendolyn-brooks-1-1\" width=\"300\" height=\"250\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-68122\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-1-1.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-1-1-100x83.jpg 100w, https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/gwendolyn-brooks-1-1-200x166.jpg 200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I love her stark poem for Emmett Till.<\/p>\n<p><big>The Last Quatrain Of the Ballad of Emmett Till<\/big><\/p>\n<p>Emmett&#8217;s mother is a pretty-faced thing;<br \/>\n    the tint of pulled taffy.<br \/>\nShe sits in a red room,<br \/>\n    drinking black coffee.<br \/>\nShe kisses her killed boy.<br \/>\n    And she is sorry.<br \/>\nChaos in windy grays<br \/>\n    through a red prairie.<\/p>\n<p>Brooks dazzles, but not by being ostentatious, proclaiming Truths from on high. The editors at the Norton Anthology compare her to Edgar Lee Masters (my excerpt of him <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8706\" target=\"blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a>), which I this is so perfect. Brooks wrote of one community, highlighting all of their voices. Her poems &#8211; like &#8220;The Bean Eaters&#8221; &#8211; reveal entire lives in a couple of short lines, just like Masters did in <i>Spoon River Anthology<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p><big>The Bean Eaters<\/big><\/p>\n<p>They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.<br \/>\nDinner is a casual affair.<br \/>\nPlain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,<br \/>\nTin flatware.<\/p>\n<p>Two who are Mostly Good.<br \/>\nTwo who have lived their day,<br \/>\nBut keep on putting on their clothes<br \/>\nAnd putting things away.<\/p>\n<p>And remembering . . .<br \/>\nRemembering, with twinklings and twinges,<br \/>\nAs they lean over the beans in their rented back room that<br \/>\nis full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,<br \/>\ntobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.<\/p>\n<p><big><strong>QUOTES:<\/strong><\/big><\/p>\n<p><strong>Gwendolyn Brooks, from her autobiography:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I\u2014-who have \u2018gone the gamut\u2019 from an almost angry rejection of my dark skin by some of my brainwashed brothers and sisters to a surprised queenhood in the new Black sun\u2014-am qualified to enter at least the kindergarten of new consciousness now. New consciousness and trudge-toward-progress. I have hopes for myself\u2026 I know now that I am essentially an essential African, in occupancy here because of an indeed \u2018peculiar\u2019 institution&#8230;I know that Black fellow-feeling must be the Black man\u2019s encyclopedic Primer. I know that the Black-and-white integration concept, which in the mind of some beaming early saint was a dainty spinning dream, has wound down to farce&#8230;I know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black. In the Conference-That-Counts, whose date may be 1980 or 2080 (woe betide the Fabric of Man if it is 2080), there will be no looking up nor looking down.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>George E. Kent: <\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>[Brooks holds] a unique position in American letters. Not only has she combined a strong commitment to racial identity and equality with a mastery of poetic techniques, but she has also managed to bridge the gap between the academic poets of her generation in the 1940s and the young Black militant writers of the 1960s.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Gwendoly Brooks on her style: <\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Folksy narrative.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Starr Nelson, <em>Saturday Review of Literature<\/em>, on <em>A Street in Bronzeville<\/em>: <\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>A work of art and a poignant social document.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Langston Hughes: <\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The people and poems in Gwendolyn Brooks\u2019 book are alive, reaching, and very much of today.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Annette Oliver Shands, <em>Black World<\/em>, review of Brooks&#8217; novel <em>Maud Martha<\/em>:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Brooks does not specify traits, niceties or assets for members of the Black community to acquire in order to attain their just rights\u2026 So, this is not a novel to inspire social advancement on the part of fellow Blacks. Nor does it say <em>be poor, Black and happy<\/em>. The message is to accept the challenge of being human and to assert humanness with urgency.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Toni Cade Bambara, <em>New York Times Book Review<\/em>:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>[At the age of 50] something happened to Brooks, a something most certainly in evidence in In the Mecca (1968) and subsequent works-\u2014a new movement and energy, intensity, richness, power of statement and a new stripped lean, compressed style. A change of style prompted by a change of mind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>R. Baxter Miller, <em>Black American Poets between Worlds, 1940-1960<\/em>:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>In the Mecca is a most complex and intriguing book; it seeks to balance the sordid realities of urban life with an imaginative process of reconciliation and redemption.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Janet Overmeyer, <em>Christian Science Monitor<\/em><\/strong>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Brooks\u2019s particular, outstanding, genius is her unsentimental regard and respect for all human beings&#8230;She neither foolishly pities nor condemns\u2014she creates&#8230;From her poet\u2019s craft bursts a whole gallery of wholly alive persons, preening, squabbling, loving, weeping; many a novelist cannot do so well in ten times the space.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>David Littlejohn:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The words, lines, and arrangements have been worked and worked and worked again into poised exactness: the unexpected apt metaphor, the mock-colloquial asides amid jewelled phrases, the half-ironic repetitions\u2014-she knows it all. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Gwendolyn Brooks&#8217;, on the disappointed critical reaction to her autobiographies:<\/strong> <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>They wanted a list of domestic spats.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Toni Cade Bambara on Brooks&#8217; autobiography:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>It is not a sustained dramatic narrative for the nosey, being neither the confessions of a private woman poet or the usual sort of mahogany-desk memoir public personages inflict upon the populace at the first sign of a cardiac&#8230;It documents the growth of Gwen Brooks.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>Gwendolyn Brooks:<\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I don\u2019t want to stop a concern with words doing good jobs, which has always been a concern of mine, but I want to write poems that will be meaningful &#8230; things that will touch them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><p>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<small><em>Thank you so much for stopping by. 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