All The World's A Stage

Yesterday was Langston Hughes' Birthday.

Love his stuff.

Harlem 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 mean?
Or crust and sugar over -
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Posted by Liz at February 2, 2006 1:13 PM