Dies Quotes by Etheridge Knight

We dreamed of doing but could not bring ourselves to do.

— Etheridge Knight

To write a blues song is to regiment riots and pluck gems from graves.

— Etheridge Knight

Each Fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown hills and red gullies of mississippi send out their electric messages, galvanizing my…

— Etheridge Knight

Love is a rock against the wind. Not soft like silk and lace.

— Etheridge Knight

Let all Black Poets die as trumpets, And be buried in the dust of marching feet.

— Etheridge Knight

Black Poets should live--not leap From steel bridges, like the white boys do.

— Etheridge Knight

I died in 1960 from a prison sentence and poetry brought me back to life.

— Etheridge Knight

I boil my tears in a twisted spoon And dance like an angel on the point of a needle.

— Etheridge Knight