Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal

Everybody Should Take Each Other As They Are, White, Black, Indians, Creole. Then There Would Be No Prejudice, Nations Would Get Along.

Peace We Passed Their Graves: The Dead Men There, Winners Or Losers, Did Not Care. In The Dark They Could Not See Who Had Gained The Victory.

I Felt Very Bad In Washington. . . I Didn't Like My Job, And I Didn't Know What Was Going To Happen To Me, And I Was Cold And Half-hungry, So I Wrote A Great Many Poems.

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

Politics In Any Country In The World Is Dangerous. For The Poet, Politics In Any Country Had Better Be Disguised As Poetry. Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.