Langston Hughes (1958)
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?
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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