To Some People Love Is Given, To

What Happens To A Dream Deferred?

Hang Yourself, Poet, In Your Own Words. Otherwise, You Are Dead.

I Did Not Believe Political Directives Could Be Successfully Applied To Creative Writing . . . Not To Poetry Or Fiction, Which To Be Valid Had To Express As Truthfully As Possible The Individual Emotions And Reactions Of The Writer.

There Is No Color Line In Art.

I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.