I Doubt Not God Is

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

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

[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.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.