Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top.

I think it better that at times like theseWe poets keep our mouths shut, for in truthWe have no gift to set a statesman right;He's had enough of meddling who can pleaseA young girl in the indolence of her youthOr an old man upon a winter's night.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

Still Growing Up: Peter Gabriel Live & Unwrapped.

So I'm a young boy in the 1940s growing up, seeing Ralph Bunche on a regular basis, seeing Duke Ellington on a regular basis. We know that these people are famous. They're living in the same community as we live in. They go to the same stores and shops.

I was black growing up in an all-white neighborhood so I felt like I just didn't fit in. Like I wasn't as good as everybody else or as smart, or whatever.