Boy+Breaking+Glass

Boy Breaking Glass By: Gwendolyn Brooks



To Marc Crawford

from whom the commission

Whose broken window is a cry of art

(**success, that winks** (Personification) aware

as elegance, as a treasonable faith)

is raw: is sonic: is old-eyed première.

**Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament.**

**Our barbarous and metal little man.** (Metaphor)

“I shall create! If not a note, a hole.

If not an overture, a desecration.”

Full of pepper and light

and Salt and night and cargoes.

“Don’t go down the plank

if you see there’s no extension.

Each to his grief, each to

his loneliness and fidgety revenge.

Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”

**The only sanity is a cup of tea**. (Metaphor)

The music is in minors.

Each one other

is having different weather.

“It was you, it was you who threw away my name!

And this is everything I have for me.”

Who has not Congress, **lobster, love, luau,** (Alliteration)

the Regency Room, the Statue of Liberty,

runs. A sloppy amalgamation.

A mistake.

A cliff.

A hymn, a snare, and an exceeding sun.