One wants a teller in a time like this

One’s not a man, one’s not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.

One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now:

Put on your rubbers and you won’t catch a cold
Here’s hell, there’s heaven. Go to Sunday School
Be patient, time brings all good things–(and cool
Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)
Love’s true, and triumphs; and God’s actual.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Gwendolyn Brooks's poem One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This


  1. Jacqueline Amos says:

    Mama say days was gona change, fire in the mist of the day, like the story tell, Only safe place in de’ lord house, but like mama I must go on, who gone to tell what tommorow gone bring, I walk de’ dark with the torch of the lord, hoping to make it to the next day, I call on de’ lord my journey take, once it was de’ master now my kin folks. I love this it is such an honor to comment on great authors, it leaves a message beware and alert.

  2. Ariel says:

    I like this poem it has such great meaning it actually inspired me to write…

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