We shall not always plant while others reap
I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.
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.
Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.
The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.
If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.