Showing posts with label dream deferred poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream deferred poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Dream Deferred

Harlem

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?