Friday, October 18, 2013

The Friday Poem: We Real Cool, by Gwendolyn Brooks


Occasionally on Fridays we'll have The Friday Poem. (A capitalized title--and italicized!--so you know it's official and whatnot.) Famous poets, obscure poets, amateur poets, whatever poets--just a poem to end the week.

Like this one:


We Real Cool
, by Gwendolyn Brooks

             The Pool Players.
       Seven at the Golden Shovel.


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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