One ever feels his twoness - an American a Negro two souls two thoughts two unreconciled strivings two warring ideals in one dark body whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.
A little less complaint and whining and a little more dogged work and manly...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
