poetry workshop

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

 

(This piece from Macbeth was given without the line breaks and the task was to put them back. )

 

Example of enjambment

 

We Real Cool

Gwendolyn Brooks, 1917 - 2000

 

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.

 

audio (read by the author)

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/we-real-cool