I could love youas dry roots love rain.I could hold youas branches in the windbrandish petals.Forgive me for speaking so soon.     Let your heart look    on white sea spray    and be lonely.…

I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer…Softer than fluff of cotton…Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the sunBy the bare feet of slaves…Foam of teeth… breaking crash of laughter…Red love of…

My head knocks against the stars.My feet are on the hilltops.My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of     universal life.Down in the sounding foam of primal things I     reach…