We Shall Not Always Plant While Others

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

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.

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

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