National Poetry Month Day 21: Langston Hughes

One of my goals for national poetry month is to present a diverse array of poems, from the classic to the contemporary. Today, I’d like to include a familiar classic:

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?


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