Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Langston Hughes (1902-1967)- " A Dream Deferred "

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?

Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

Poetry by Langston Hughes- The Weary Blues

see you later,

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