Quotation by Gwendolyn Brooks

But can see better there, and laughing there
Pity the giants wallowing on the plain.
Pygmies expand in cold impossible air,
Cry fie on the giantshine, poor glory which
Pounds breast-bone punily, screeches, and has
Reached no Alps: or, knows no Alps to reach.
Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), African American American poet and fiction writer. "Notes from the Childhood and the Girlhood: 'pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps'," lines 1-2 and 5-8 (1949).
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