Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.