The Night Whose Sable Breast

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

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.

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?

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