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