Sunday, September 13, 2009

Harlem [Dream Deferred] by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

       Does it dry up
       Like a raisin in the sun?
       Or fester like a sore—
       And then run?
       Does it stink like rotten meat?
       Or crust and sugar over—
       like a syrupy sweet?
      
       Maybe it just sags
       like a heavy load.

       Or does it explode?

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