With Melted Opals For My Milk, Pearl-leaf

Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be Scent, Somehow There Must Be Some.

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.

My Last Defense / Is The Present Tense.

What I'm Fighting For Now In My Work... For An Expression Relevant To All Manner Of Blacks, Poems I Could Take Into A Tavern, Into The Street, Into The Halls Of A Housing Project.

I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.