I Have A Rendezvous With

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

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?

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

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

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.