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greatpoetryI read this for my African American Literature class. Most of the stuff we read so far hasn't really struck me for its poetic value, but Gwendolyn Brooks is just amazing. I especially like the first full stanza (after the first isolated line). Enjoy:
Martin Luther King Jr.
A man went forth with gifts.
He was a prose poem.
He was a tragic grace.
He was a warm music.
He tried to heal the vivid volcanoes.
His ashes are
reading the world.
His Dream still wishes to annoint
the barricades of faith and of control.
His word still burns the center of the sun,
above the thousands and the
hundred thousands.
The word was Justice. It was spoken.
So it shall be spoken.
So it shall be done.
Martin Luther King Jr.
A man went forth with gifts.
He was a prose poem.
He was a tragic grace.
He was a warm music.
He tried to heal the vivid volcanoes.
His ashes are
reading the world.
His Dream still wishes to annoint
the barricades of faith and of control.
His word still burns the center of the sun,
above the thousands and the
hundred thousands.
The word was Justice. It was spoken.
So it shall be spoken.
So it shall be done.
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Date: 2004-10-16 10:45 pm (UTC)thanks for posting it :)
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Date: 2004-10-16 10:59 pm (UTC)