Inspiration: Langston Hughes- A Dream Deferred

April 16, 2009

langston-hughes

 A Dream Deferred

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?

I remember reading this poem in grade school and it stuck with me in the back of my mind. Below are pictures from Langston’s Harlem neighborhood:  

harlem-1938
harlem-19501
harlem-1958
 harlem-1958-2
 sleeping-on-train
dreams

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