Poetry Presentation

One wants a Teller in a time like this

Gwendolyn Brooks

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 cold.

Here's hell, there's Heaven. Go to Sunday School.

Be patient, time brings all good things - (and cool

strong balm to calm the burning in the brain?) -


Love's true, and triumphs; and God's actual.