We Real Cool
forestparklibrary: 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.
Theodore Roethke - The Lost Son - I: The Flight
goestoeleven: It is National Poetry Month, and I’ve been inspired by whiskeyrobot to post one of my favorite poems of all time. The first stanza is something I turn to often during times of extreme sadness. I’ll probably post a few more poems as the month goes on. This is only the first part of this fantastic poem. I encourage you to read the rest here. 1. The Flight At Woodlawn I Heard the...
"The City" by Constantine P. Cavafy
cinaed: You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong and my heart lies buried like something dead. How long can I let my mind moulder in this place? Wherever I turn, wherever I look, I see the black ruins of my life, here, where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”...
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