Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Semi-annual reprinting of an important poem

dreams be dreams
Photo by Meredith_Farmer

A dream deferred comes up every so often. If you aren't dreaming, then you are dying. If your dreams are on hold, or too far away, you suffer. What are you dreaming of?


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?


Anonymous said...

Thank you. I needed that :-)

Natalie Rush said...

That is a cool poem!! Thank you for sharing it!!