Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

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

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

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?

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark