We Shall Not Always Plant While Others

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

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.