Like the Rita Dove piece I blogged about several months ago, the Gwendolyn Brooks portrait above is part of a 24-poet/panel masterpiece by mixed media artist Malaika Favorite which honors the history of African American poetry. The work was commissioned for Furious Flower, a conference held every decade (since 1994), that celebrates, stimulates, and encourages African American poetry and poetic voices.
Brooks (1917-2000) was a prolific writer with one novel and more than 20 volumes of poetry to her credit. She was the first Black woman to serve as poetry consultant to the Library of Congress, now called U.S. Poet Laureate (1985-1986), and the first African American to receive a Pulitzer Prize. Her book Annie Allen won for the best volume of verse published in 1950.
Sometime between the ages of 13 and 14, I fell in love with the poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar, Langston Hughes, Claude McKay, Nikki Giovanni, and Gwendolyn Brooks. I gained access to these poets (and many others) through the book collections of my older brothers and sisters.
Gwendolyn Brooks was my favorite. I still know by heart “To Be in Love,” the first poem I read by her:
To be in love
is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
you know you are tasting together
the winter, or light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
because your pulse must not say
what must not be said.
shuts a door—
Is not there—
Your arms are water.
And you are free
with a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth,
to touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize,
is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
into the commonest ash.
I was “mesmerized” by the way she crafted language. I recall being moved by particular phrases–
you are the beautiful half/of a golden hurt
free/with a ghastly freedom
the Column of Gold/into the commonest ash.
And I was intrigued by how she used opposites and negatives to convey the beauty and pain of love and evoke a powerful sense of loss.
My own (early) poetry was very much influenced by Brooks.
Brooks would have been 101 on June 7, so in her honor, I invite you to read about her contributions to American literature as well as some of her poetry. To get started, see the links below:
- Life and Career (no poetry)
- Gwendolyn Brooks @ Poetry Foundation
- Gwendolyn Brooks @ Poets.Org
- Gwendolyn Brooks Resources at the Library of Congress
- Pulitzer Article on Brooks’ Selection