Poem of the Month

I love literature. I love poetry. During high school I was very fortunate to have two fantastic English teachers. (I am from a small/rural town in Alabama... recourses a bit limited.) These two teachers taught me so much about the English language and the literature produced. 

I feel that I am loosing a bit of my knowledge. To help retain this knowledge I have decided to start a series in which once a month I post a poem. Make sense? Hence the name: Poem of the Month. 

This month is Black History Month. I LOVE THIS MONTH! Forget Valentine's Day, let's celebrate some awesome people! 

This month's featured poem:

We Real Cool

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.

by Gwendolyn Brooks 

 

How did you read this? It's "We real cool. We," said in one sentence. Then on to the next line: "Left school. We." Follow it this way through out the stanzas. 

Did you notice the last line and how it ends? Isn't that amazing?! I love this poem. 

I found this neat site about this poem which Brooks reads it herself. CLICK HERE 

I'd love hear your thoughts on this; be it this poem, Black History Month, or literature in general. Thanks for stopping by!