“He Said... Your garden at dusk Is the soul of love Blurred in its beauty And softly caressing; I, gently daring This sweetest confessing, Say your garden at dusk Is your soul, My Love.” — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
Let me learn now where Beauty is; I was born to know her mysteries . . . — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
It is dangerous for a woman to defy the gods; To taunt them with the tongue's thin tip, Or strut in the weakness of… — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
I proudly love being a Negro woman -- it's so involved and interesting. — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
“He Said... Your garden at dusk Is the soul of love Blurred in its beauty And softly caressing; I, gently daring This sweetest confessing,… — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard. — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
Let me learn now where Beauty is; I was born to know her mysteries . . . — Anne Spencer Copy Share Image
