
Perhaps my favorite of Brooks' poems is We Real Cool (1966), which contains the luscious line "We Jazz June." But it ends sadly, and so here I reprint another, more uplifting work of hers -- and welcome your own poetry nominations.
Say to them,
say to the down-keepers,
the sun-slappers,
the self-soilers,
the harmony-hushers,
"even if you are not ready for day
it cannot always be night."
You will be right.
For that is the hard home-run.
Live not for battles won.
Live not for the-end-of-the-song.
Live in the along.