And if sun comes / How shall we greet him? / Shall we not dread him, / Shall we not fear him / After so lengthy a / Session with shade?

The music is in minors.

Don't let anyone call you a minority if you're black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You're not less than anybody else.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry. ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them.

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...