Oh, God Of Dust And Rainbows, Help

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

Negro Writers, Just By Being Black, Have Been On The Blacklist All Our Lives. Do You Know That There Are Libraries In Our Country That Will Not Stock A Book By A Negro Writer, Not Even As A Gift? There Are Towns Where Negro Newspapers And Magazines Cannot Be Sold Except Surreptitiously. There Are American Magazines That Have Never Published Anything By Negroes. There Are Film Studios That Have Never Hired A Negro Writer. Censorship For Us Begins At The Color Line.

Like A Welcome Summer Rain, Humor May Suddenly Cleanse And Cool The Earth, The Air And You.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

The Rhythm Of Life Is A Jazz Rhythm