Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.

Teach us all to do right, Lord, please, and to get along together with that atom bomb on this earth because I do not want it to fall on me-nor Thee-nor anybody living. Amen!

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you - / Then, it will be true.

Hard as I try, daddy-o, I really do not like concert singers. They are always singing in some foreign language.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.