Life Must Be Aromatic. There

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.

When White And Black Meet Today, Sometimes There Is A Ready Understanding That There Has Been An Encounter Between Two Human Beings. But Often There Is Only, Or Chiefly, An Awareness That Two Colors Are In The Room.

The Forties And Fifties Were Years Of High Poet-incense; The Language-flowers Were Thickly Sweet. Those Flowers Whined And Begged White Folks To Pick Them, To Find Them Lovable. Then The '60s: Independent Fire!

Poetry Is Life Distilled.

Writing Is A Delicious Agony.