Can you imagine?

HARLEM. BY LANGSTON HUGHES.

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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2 Comments

  1. Comment by Allison on February 11, 2008 4:09 pm

    Yeah, totally gay.

    =P

  2. Comment by Sarah on February 12, 2008 11:01 pm

    Personal favorite.

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