The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.
I have a rendezvous with life.
All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
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.