harlem by langston hughes

2021-02-05

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A Raisin In The Sun opens with Langston Hughes’ beautiful poem “Harlem”.


Harlem
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
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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.
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>    Or does it explode?


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