My Poetry Has Become The Way Of

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.

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

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

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

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.