I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning,

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.

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

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap