Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Poem A Wednesday (6)

Langston Hughes
Harlem


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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