Words...

I have stuff to write for exams.
And stuff to study for exams.
So I am reading poetry.
Here are two poems by Gwendolyn Brooks
about other poets:



Of Robert Frost

There is a little lightning in his eyes.
Iron at the mouth.
His brows ride neither too far up nor down.

He is splendid. With a place to stand.

Some glowing in the common blood.
Some specialness within.



Langston Hughes

is merry glory.
Is saltatory.
Yet grips his right of twisting free.

Has a long reach,
Strong speech,
Remedial fears,
Muscular tears.

Holds horticulture
In the eye of the vulture
Infirm profession.
In the Compression --
In mud and blood and sudden death --
In the breath
Of the holocaust he
Is helmsman, hatchet, headlight.
See
One restless in the exotic time! and ever,
Til the air is cured of its fever.