I started reading Selected Poems by Gwendolyn Brooks two days ago. I have always wanted to read this particular book of poems. Still getting my poetry fix for this month!;)
The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith
Small Excerpt that I dig...
The pasts of his ancestors lean against
Him. Crowd him. Fog out his identity.
Hundreds of hungers mingle with his own,
Hundreds of voices advise so dexterously
He quite considers his reactions his,
Judges he walks most powerfully alone,
That everyting is-simply what it is.
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