To Be In Love Is

The Civil Rights Situation Is Like A Pregnancy. It Will Get Worse, I Believe, Before It Gets Better. What The Usual Pregnancy Comes To Is A Decent Baby. That Is What We All Hope Will Be The End Product Of This Stress. It Is Customary, At The End Of A Pregnancy, To Have For Your Pains A Decent Baby.

Each Body Has Its Art.

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

Books Are Meat And Medicine And Flame And Flight And Flower Steel, Stitch, Cloud And Clout, And Drumbeats On The Air.

I Shall Create! If Not A Note, A Hole./if Not An Overture, A Desecration.