What Is Last Year's Snow

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

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