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.— Gwendolyn Brooks, “We Real Cool” from Selected Poems. : : Source: Poetry (1959) :. : Narrative MusicContinue reading “We Real Cool : Gwendolyn Brooks : ( 1 ) : : Narrative Music Video / poetry foundation ( 2 ) : Drew Dir : Ayanna Wood & Jamila Wood Video : : School Poems : :”
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The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :
The TreesThe trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too,Their yearly trick of looking newIs written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles threshIn fullgrown thicknessContinue reading “The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :”
MADHU MALTI 