Blues Had The Pulse Beat

Don't Come Giving Me, Who's Old Enough To Die And Too Near Blind To Create Anything Any More Anyhow, A Great Big Banquet That You Eat Up In Honor Of Your Own Stomachs As Much As In Honor Of Me- Who's Toothless And Can't Eat.

Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter And My Throat Is Deep With Song, You Do Not Think I Suffer After I Have Held My Pain So Long? Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter You Do Not Hear My Inner Cry? Because My Feet Are Gay With Dancing You Do Not Know I Die?

I Look At My Own Body With Eyes No Longer Blind- And I See That My Own Hands Can Make The World That's In My Mind.

I’s Been Livin’ A Long Time In Yesterday, Sandy Chile, An’ I Knows There Ain’t No Room In De World Fo’ Nothin’ Mo’n Love. I Know, Chile! Ever’thing There Is But Lovin’ Leaves A Rust On Yo’ Soul. An’ To Love Sho ‘nough, You Got To Have A Spot In Yo’ Heart Fo’ Ever’body – Great An’ Small, White An’ Black, An’ Them What’s Good An’ Them What’s Evil – ‘cause Love Ain’t Got No Crowded-out Places Where De Good Ones Stay An’ De Bad Ones Can’t Come In. When It Gets That Way, Then It Ain’t Love.

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.