April is National Poetry Month. With all that I have on my plate, I will be happy if I can write at least one poem this month. We will see. Meanwhile, let us celebrate the art itself and celebrate those who have so poetically paved a way.
Photo by S. Bess: Bronze bust (1994) of poet, Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000) at the National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.
Photo by S. Bess: Bronze bust (1994) of poet, Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000) at the National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.
- Artist, Sara S. Miller, 1924 - 2016
We Real Cool
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
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.
2 comments:
Prayers you and yours are all right through these horrible times.
Beautiful poem. Thank you for introducing Brooks to me.
Yes, thank you. We are doing well and staying safe at home. It's been good. I have even started writing again on my blog. lol! I wish the same for you and yours. Take care.
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