November 22, 2005

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?


- Langston Hughes, 1951

2 comments:

  1. I guess i should've explained: I love the poem, "Harlem" by Langston Houghes; thoughtful, poetic, and interesting.

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  2. Anonymous1:05 AM

    That poem is sooo....skuvbalon-ly....bah hahahaha!!!!
    Just had to say that word.
    Love turkey, eat turkey!!

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