Already I Am No Longer Looked At

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.

I Don't Want People Running Around Saying Gwen Brooks's Work Is Intellectual. That Makes People Think Instantly About Obscurity. It Shouldn't Have To Mean That, But It Often Seems To.

The Forties And Fifties Were Years Of High Poet-incense; The Language-flowers Were Thickly Sweet. Those Flowers Whined And Begged White Folks To Pick Them, To Find Them Lovable. Then The '60s: Independent Fire!