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

[w]e Have Always Resented The Natural Inclination Of Most White People To Demand Spirituals The Moment It Is Known That A Negro Is About To Sing. So Often The Request Has Seemed To Savor Of The Feeling That We Could Do This And This Alone.

All Day Long And All Night Through, One Thing Only Must I Do: Quench My Pride And Cool My Blood, Lest I Perish In The Flood.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.