Sam Hamill: Remembering Gwendolyn Brooks
When I was a boy on a Utah farm,
I listened to Chicago blues and dreamed
of the city’s big shoulders and wide arms
and the roads leading up from the Delta
January 24, 2018 · Leave a comment
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