Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.