My Last Defense / Is The Present

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

Each Body Has Its Art.

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

Words Can Do Wonderful Things. They Pound, Purr. They Can Urge, They Can Wheedle, Whip, Whine. They Can Sing, Sass, Singe. They Can Churn, Check, Channelize. They Can Be A "hup Two Three Four." They Can Forge A Fiery Army Of A Hundred Languid Men.

Nothing Could Stop Mississippi.