Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.
Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer.
Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.