Friday, September 24, 2010

We Real Cool

There's rarely a time that goes by that I don't have some poem singing in my head. All those years as an English teacher must have done a number on my memory. I was thinking about this poem by Gwendolyn Brooks. It's always been a favorite of mine and so many students learned to love poetry when they saw this one:
               THE POOL PLAYERS.
We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

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