Who has not sat before his own heart’s curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
I met Malcolm the month before he was killed. He deeply changed my mind about America.
I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.
Even before the expansion of slave labor in the South and into the West, slavery was already an important source of northern profit, as was the already exploding slave trade in the Caribbean and South America. Banks capitalized the slave trade, and insurance companies underwrote it.
Long before gun control was touted as ‘common sense’ measures, the concept was promoted as a means to keep ethnic populations in an unequal position while assuaging the fears of whites.
Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.
It would be wrong to assume that one must stay with a research programme until it has exhausted all its heuristic power, that one must not introduce a rival programme before everybody agrees that the point of degeneration has probably been reached.
Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and my mother is my mother. She’s not a symbol.
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.
Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.