At first, she looked in books, which were closer companions than her peers, writing poems that featured remote Romantic landscapes and the conventional pieties of an American schooling- work hard forgive and forget…. Growing up, she wrote at least one a day.
There was material always, walking or running, fighting or screaming or singing.” Brooks almost always wanted a poem. “If you wanted a poem,” wrote Gwendolyn Brooks in Report from Part One, recalling one of the kitchenettes where she and her husband lived early in their marriage, “you only had to look out of a window.
