Africa? A Book One Thumbs

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

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

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

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.