I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

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

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

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.

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

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.