Today am doing my blog on poetry as always but am not going to post one of my writings, today i will post this popular poem by Langston Hugues one of my favorite writers. This is a very known poem by him i would say one of his most known. Since am doing my essay about dreams i felt like sharing this poem.
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?
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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