I ran across this poem on pool, written in 1959 in a collection of poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks who was 43 at the time she wrote this. She was from Chicago and is a renowned poet. There is some interesting insight here and the poem struck me as short but powerful.
Some of the phrases I am not familiar with - any help?
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.
Some of the phrases I am not familiar with - any help?
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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