Langston Hughes … dreams deferred

Image result for langston hughes


What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore. …
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

—Langston Hughes, from his poem “Harlem” (1951)

“Hold fast to dreams,                                                                                                    For if dreams die                                                                                                             Life is a broken-winged bird,                                                                                 That cannot fly.”

~ Langston Hughes

One thought on “Langston Hughes … dreams deferred”

Comments are closed.