I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

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

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

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

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

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