I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

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

Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious Thing:/ To Make A Poet Black, And Bid Him Sing!

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.