Let all Black Poets die as trumpets, Etheridge Knight More Quotes by Etheridge Knight More Quotes From Etheridge Knight I died in 1960 from a prison sentence and poetry brought me back to life. Etheridge Knight 1960s sentences prison Each Fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown Etheridge Knight red grandfather fall Love is a rock against the wind. Not soft like silk and lace. Etheridge Knight rocks wind love We dreamed of doing but could not bring ourselves to do. Etheridge Knight action To write a blues song Etheridge Knight pluck writing song I boil my tears in a twisted spoon Etheridge Knight spoons angel tears Black Poets should live--not leap Etheridge Knight bridges white boys
