Author Gwendolyn Brooks There is a little lightning in his eyes. Iron at the mouth. His brows ride neither too far up nor down. He is splendid. With a place to stand. Some glowing in the common blood. Some specialness within. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments