I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November

Mayor. Worldman. Historyman. Beyond steps that occur and close, your steps are echo-makers. You can never be forgotten. We begin our health.

They eat beans mostly, this old ye… Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and crea… Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good.

People who have no children can be… Attain a mail of ice and insolence… Need not pause in the fire, and in… Hesitate in the hurricane to guard… And when wide world is bitten and…

I put my seed into the ground And said, 'I’ll watch it grow.’ I watered it and cared for it As well as I could know. One day I walked in my back yard,

you did not know you were Afrika When you set out for Afrika you did not know you were going. Because you did not know you were Afrika.

We are things of dry hours and the… Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” mate… Like “rent”, “feeding a wife”, “sa… But could a dream sent up through… Its white and violet, fight with f…

For Reverend Theodore Richardson If Mary came would Mary Forgive, as Mothers may, And sad and second Saviour Furnish us today?

I hold my honey and I store my br… In little jars and cabinets of my… I label clearly, and each latch an… I bid, Be firm till I return from… I am very hungry. I am incomplete…

To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are w… You look at things Through his eyes.

Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his goo… Oakened as they grew. “I am not hungry for berries.

Oh mother, mother, where is happin… They took my lover’s tallness off… Left me lamenting. Now I cannot g… What I can use an empty heart-cup… He won’t be coming back here any m…

Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn’t leave a tangle in

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladie… Arrive in the afternoon, the late… In diluted gold bars across the bo… Of proud, seamed faces with mercy… Here, there, interrupting, all dee…

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got… The damp small pulps with a little… The singers and workers that never… You will never neglect or beat