Boy Breaking Glass Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
Boy Breaking Glass
To Marc Crawford
from whom the commission
Whose broken window is a cry of art
(success, that winks aware
as elegance, as a treasonable faith)
is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed première.
Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament.
Our barbarous and metal little man.
“I shall create! If not a note, a hole.
If not an overture, a desecration.”
Full of pepper and light
and Salt and night and cargoes.
“Don’t go down the plank
if you see there’s no extension.
Each to his grief, each to
his loneliness and fidgety revenge.
Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”
The only sanity is a cup of tea.
The music is in minors.
Each one other
is having different weather.
“It was you, it was you who threw away my name!
And this is everything I have for me.”
Who has not Congress, lobster, love, luau,
the Regency Room, the Statue of Liberty,
runs. A sloppy amalgamation.
A mistake.
A cliff.
A hymn, a snare, and an exceeding sun.
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This poem demonstrates the work that Gwendolyn Brooks can do. And the fact that it is so diversely written makes it amazing!
The only sanity is a cup of tea. The music is in minors... a fine poem. tony
CONTINUED: his twisted ‘cry of art' not a ‘note' or an ‘overture' but ‘a hole' and ‘a desecration'.
Marc Crawford, to whom this poem is dedicated, was a black writer and editor who suggested Brooks write about inequality. The poem features a boy whose attempts at self-expression are manifested in the breaking of windows,
Congratulations being chosen as The Modern Poenm Of The Day! 5 Stars full.Enjoyed very much
CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day. Hooray to the family of the late poetess. I always enjoy reading her poems, her observations are always very keen, like: Who has not Congress, lobster, love, luau, the Regency Room, the Statue of Liberty, runs. A sloppy amalgamation. A mistake. A cliff. Scintillating! 5*****.
Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.” The only sanity is a cup of tea. The music is in minors........beautifully expressed; yeah; there many aspects of life in this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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“I shall create! If not a note, a hole. If not an overture, a desecration.” Absolutely beautiful.