Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set