Gwendolyn Brooks

Gwendolyn Brooks

Writing with uncommon strength, Gwendolyn Brooks creates haunting images
of black America, and their struggle in escaping the scathing hatred of many
white Americans. Her stories, such as in the "Ballad of Rudolph Reed", portray
courage and perseverance. In those like "The Boy Died in My Alley" Brooks
portrays both the weakness of black America and the unfortunate lack of care
spawned from oppression. In "The Ballad of Chocolate Mabbie" Brooks unveils
another aspect of her skill by entering the domestic arena with the lingering
limitations imposed by prejudice. These aspects, such as strength and finesse,
are among Brooks great attributes. Worthy of exploration, Brooks powerful and
haunting techniques can be separated and explored in the above mentioned poems.
Each work contains a specific tactic, which effectively promotes her ideas. It
is for that reason, tactics mixed with ideas, which have placed Brooks among the
finest poets.
Perhaps because of Brooks\' use of a stiff format, "The Ballad of Rudolph
Reed" may be her strongest work. Imbuing the poem with incredible lines and
description, Brooks transforms Rudolph Reed, who is the character the poem is
built around, into a storybook hero, or a tragic character whose only flaw was
the love he held for his family. Brooks creates a strong, solid character who
is more than another fictional martyr, but a human being. The Finesse she
imbued in this work from the first stylized Peiffer 2 stanza: "Rudolph Reed was
oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two girls and his good little man
Oakened as they grew." (1081, 1-4) Here brooks\' symbolic use of the word
oakened, coupled with the use of a rhyme scheme of the second and last sentence
of every stanza causes the reader to more deeply feel what the character and his
family are going through. Using the idea of a dream home, Brooks stabbed to the
heart of the American dream and where those of African descent fit into it.
Every person, man or woman, has at one time or another dreamt of living in a
beautiful home:

"I am not hungry for berries. I am not hungry for bread.
But hungry hungry for a house Where at night a man in bed "May never
here the plaster stir as if in pain. May never here the roaches
Falling like fat rain. "Where never wife and children need Go blinking
through the gloom. Where every room of many rooms Will be full of
room. "Oh my house shall have its east or west Or north or south behind
it. All I know is I shall know it, And fight for it when I find it."
(1081, 5-20)

Without her use of the above dream, Brooks would have been unable to bring an
effective human perspective to Rudolph Reed and his family. Once this human
side was Peiffer 3 created, the horrible demise of Rudolph Reed struck with an
intensity which would otherwise have been lost.
Losing finesse in place of what at first seems a shallow attempt at
poetry, "The Boy Died in My Alley" develops into an incredible exploration of
enfeeblement. Brooks power comes again from her ability to bring the reader
into a human world, with human characters. It explores the pain one person
feels, and the hopelessness spawned from it. Although relatively few people
live in an area where crime is so rampant as in "The Boy Died in My Alley", it
strikes a chord of fear and depression most in society may relate to. The use
of a strong beat in this poem help to create the frantic yet uncanny depression
found throughout the poem:

"Policeman pounded on my door. "Who is it?" "POLICE!"
Policeman yelled. "A boy was dying in your Alley. A boy is dead, and in
your alley. And have you known this boy before?" I have known this
boy before. I have known this boy before, who ornaments my alley. I
never saw his face at all. I never saw his futurefall. But I have known this
(1084, 10-21)

The staccato rhythm Brooks uses is developed through repeating many of the lines.
The lines are not exact copies, Peiffer 4 but keep the poem rolling forward,
which is important if Brooks hopes to keep the reader active in the storyline.
Included for the staccato rhythm, is a short curt sentence structure:

"Without my having known. Policeman said, next morning,
"Apparently died alone." "You heard a shot?" Policeman said. Shots I