I want to hear the chanting Around a heathen fire Of a strange black race.

- Gwendolyn B. Bennett

Silence is a sounding thing, To one who listens hungrily

- Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I want to feel the surging Of my sad people's soul Hidden by a minstrel-smile.

- Gwendolyn B. Bennett

All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death.

- Gwendolyn B. Bennett