A Poem for a Thursday #84

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Gwendolyn Brooks was an American poet, author, and teacher. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1950. She was the first African-American to win the Pulitzer Prize. She was also the Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985-86. She was the first African-American to receive this honor as well. She won many other honors and published many books during her lifetime. Brooks grew up in Chicago and closely identified with the city. She knew from a young age that she wanted to be a writer. She described herself as "just a writer who loves to write and will always write."

--And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday--
When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,
Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon
Looking off down the long street
To nowhere,
Hugged by my plain old wrapper of no-expectation
And nothing-I-have-to-do and I'm-happy-why?
And if-Monday-never-had-to-come--
When you have forgotten that, I say,
And how you swore, if somebody beeped the bell,
And how my heart played hopscotch if the telephone rang;
And how we finally went in to Sunday dinner,
That is to say, went across the front room floor to the ink-spotted table in the southwest corner
To Sunday dinner, which was always chicken and noodles
Or chicken and rice
And salad and rye bread and tea
And Chocolate chip cookies--
I say, when you have forgotten that,
When you have forgotten my little presentiment
That the war would be over before they got to you;
And how we finally undressed and whipped out the light and flowed into bed,
And lay loose-limbed for a moment in the week-end
Bright bedclothes,
Then gently folded into each other--
When you have, I say, forgotten all that,
Then you may tell,
Then I may believe
You have forgotten me well.

when you have forgotten Sunday:  the love story
Gwendolyn Brooks

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