Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


Poetry is life distilled.
Gwendolyn Brooks (1917 - 200)
Pulitzer for Poetry

The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."

Gwendolyn Brooks


  1. lol Sandra, that is the first I've heard that poem but I love it!

  2. this is a really beautiful poem, so simple, naivé and desperate at the same time, thanks so much for sharing!

  3. I liked it too. Thanks for stopping in.


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