My new favorite poem is "Harlem," by Langston Hughes, my new favorite poet. I delved deeper into his work after discussing briefly, the 1920 and the Harlem Renaissance in my history class. I chose to read and explore his poetry for my last poetry project and was captivated instantly by his writing.
"Harlem," by Langston Hughes
"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?
Listen to Langston Hughes' recitation of the poem:
In the comment section, interpret the poem and what you think Langston Hughes is trying to convey.
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