I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind

Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

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.

If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.