Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.