I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

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

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

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

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

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