So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.

... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

The black artist is dangerous. Black art controls the 'Negro's' reality, negates negative influences, and creates positive images.

What I'm trying to do is to tell young people that I teach them how to breathe before I teach the haiku. That one breath, that one breath, because the haiku keeps you alive. It keeps you going. If you learn how to breath the haiku, you learn how to breathe. If you learn how to breathe, you're much healthier.

The joy of poetry is that it will wait for you. Novels don't wait for you. Characters change. But poetry will wait. I think it's the greatest art.

You can't have relationships with other people until you give birth to yourself.