It Is No Use Painting The Foot

I Have A Different Idea Of A Universal. It Is Of A Universal Rich With All That Is Particular, Rich With All The Particulars There Are, The Deepening Of Each Particular, The Coexistence Of Them All.

In The Whole World No Poor Devil Is Lynched, No Wretch Is Tortured, In Whom I Too Am Not Degraded And Murdered.

There's Room For Everyone At The Rendezvous Of Victory.

Out Of The Sky, The Birds, The Parrots, The Bells, Silk, Cloth, And Drums, Out Of Sundays Dancing, Children's Words And Love Words, Out Of Love For The Little Fists Of Children, I Will Build A World, My World With Round Shoulders.

When I Turn On My Radio, When I Hear That Negroes Have Been Lynched In America, I Say That We Have Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead; When I Turn On My Radio, When I Hear That Jews Have Been Insulted, Mistreated, Persecuted, I Say That We Have Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead; When, Finally, I Turn On My Radio And Hear That In Africa Forced Labor Has Been Inaugurated And Legalized, I Say That We Have Certainly Been Lied To: Hitler Is Not Dead.