I Look At My Own

The Past Has Been A Mint Of Blood And Sorrow. That Must Not Be True Of Tomorrow.

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby. The Rain Makes Still Pools On The Sidewalk. The Rain Makes Running Pools In The Gutter. The Rain Plays A Little Sellp-song On Our Roof At Night- And I Love The Rain.

Melting Pot Harlem-harlem Of Honey And Chocolate And Caramel And Rum And Vinegar And Lemon And Lime And Gall. Dusky Dream Harlem Rumbling Into A Nightmare Tunnel Where The Subway From The Bronx Keeps Right On Downtown.

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

To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.