We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
This poem is by Gwendolyn Brooks and I have always loved it. I pulled her book of the shelf recently and was reminded of how much I love her poems. Having recently moved to Chicago and actually knowing some of the locations of her poems has also given me a new perspective on her work. I think that this poem is still relevant today.
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2 comments:
That is a GREAT poem! She has another about exhausting the little moment too that I love.
That is by far the best poem I have ever read! Heather, dear u r wonderful and we all miss u back in Bulgaria!
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