Born in 1903 / Died in 1946 / United States / English
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.
Your love to me was like an unread book.
I have a rendezvous with life.
I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
My poetry, I think, has become the way of my giving out what music is within me.
Dame Poverty gave me my name, And Pain godfathered me.
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