Harlem (By Langston Hughes)
By theghostservant on January 19, 2014 4:16 pm
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 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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Poetry set to noise. It works surprisingly well.
I'll probably do a couple of these through out the year.
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