Great poems have a way of entering the seldom trod places of the heart. Unfortunately, poetry is all too rarely come upon in our busy world. Help us change that, and follow along as we enjoy a great poem a day.
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?
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