I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

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.

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

[w]e Have Always Resented The Natural Inclination Of Most White People To Demand Spirituals The Moment It Is Known That A Negro Is About To Sing. So Often The Request Has Seemed To Savor Of The Feeling That We Could Do This And This Alone.

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

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