Never Look For A Worm In The

For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape You Quickly.

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.

There's A Certain Amount Of Traveling In A Dream Deferred.

Books -where If People Suffered, They Suffered In Beautiful Language, Not In Monosyllables, As We Did In Kansas

I Asked You, Baby, If You Understood- You Told Me That You Didn't, But You Thought You Would.