The Vacant Lot Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
The Vacant Lot
Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick
Isn’t here any more.
All done with seeing her fat little form
Burst out of the basement door;
And with seeing her African son-in-law
(Rightful heir to the throne)
With his great white strong cold squares of teeth
And his little eyes of stone;
And with seeing the squat fat daughter
Letting in the men
When majesty has gone for the day—
And letting them out again.
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I wouldn't like my home to be anywhere near this kind of flat and its inhabitants. Didn't find the poem interesting.
Sum this up with Good Riddance to Bad Rubbish. If I lived close to that brick house and its miserable inhabitants, I might feel the same. One doesn't like that kind of goings on going on next door., Actually the very concise descriptions said a short story worth about the characters including the narrator, Excellent poetic work here!
Poetic observation at its best without judgement but with perception and vision
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4/19/2024 6:18:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Descriptions so supreme we want to scream why can't we write poetry like this.