I could turn around as Wyatt Walker said to me about, not you personally, but about the whole Black Muslim movement. That if you go outside of New York City, Dr. [Martin Luther] King is known to 90 percent of the Negroes in the United States and is respected and, and is identified more or less with him, at least as a - as a hero of one kind or another. That the Black Muslim, outside of one or two communities like New York, are unknown.
In the 1970s, for example, I found myself learning to relish the poetry of Andrew Marvell and Sir Thomas Wyatt, and getting a handle on poetry of plainer speech than I had dwelt with heretofore. Which led me into a new appreciation of middle [William Butler ] Yeats, of the short three-beat line and forward-driving syntax, and that paid in, in turn, to a poem like Casualty in Field Work. The traffic, however, was usually the other way. My teaching was animated by what I was reading and being excited by as a poet.
My name is Wyatt Earp! It all ends now!
Wyatt Walker can walk through Harlem. No one would know him.
I can't imagine loving somebody more than I love Wyatt [my son]. I can't. I just don't know how that's possible.
Whoever it was, whether I knew them or not, if I could help in some way, I would. I mean, if you can help, you have to help. Don't you think? - Poppy Wyatt
~Wyatt [my adopted son] is definitely all mine. Little souls find their way to you whether they're from your womb or someone else's. ~
