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Harlem
By Langston Hughes More 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?
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/harlem-by-langston-hughes
Titled: Tales of an aging mail lady. :)
ReplyDeleteCool poem....I think Deferred dreams kind of float above a person and pester you at times like summer mosquitoes! Have a awesome day!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Joanne
Sometimes it sits in your mind, gnawing at your subconscious until you decide to give it a try.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Depending on what it the dream.
ReplyDeleteHe was a wonderful poet.
ReplyDeleteJuli............Indeed
ReplyDeleteJoanne..........Thanks
Karen.........Maybe
Nancy...........Yep
Carol..........I get that
Made me think of Dr. Pimple Popper!!
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