I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

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

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.