Blues Had The Pulse Beat

Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Goodness Be Wasted Forever. Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Return Be Never.

Negroes - Sweet And Docile, Meek, Humble, And Kind: Beware The Day - They Change Their Mind.

Anyday, One Can Walk Down The Street In A Big City And See A Thousand People. Any Photographer Can Photograph These People - But Very Few Photographers Can Make Their Prints Not Only Reproductions Of The People Taken, But A Comment Upon Them - Or More, A Comment Upon Their Lives - Or More Still, A Comment Upon The Social Order That Creates These Lives.

In The Spring Rain, The Pond And The River Become One. Into Every Life Some Rain Must Fall. Usually When Your Car Windows Are Down. It Raineth On The Just And The Unjust Alike, But The Unjust Stealeth The Just's Umbrella Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

Sometimes I Wish The Public Were Equally Aware Of The Men Of Our Race In The Cultural Fields. You, For Instance, Have You Ever Bought A Book By A Negro Writer?