Out of the sky, the birds, the parrots, the bells, silk, cloth, and drums, . . . out of Sundays dancing, children' s words and love words, out of love for the little fists of children, I will build a world, my world with round shoulders."

"Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze."

"Africa, help me to go home, carry me like an aged child in your arms. Undress me and wash me. Strip me of all of these garments, strip me as a man strips off dreams when the dawn comes. . . ."

The weakness of most men
they do not know how to become a stone or tree.

"It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint."