Mercury Day Poetry: ‘Harlem’

Inspired by events in Los Angeles since the weekend, here’s a Langston Hughes poem still all-too relevant 60 some years after it was written. It’s titled, “Harlem.”

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?

These days, sometimes it ends with a Blake Griffin dunk, which I suppose we all can agree is some progress. More on Hughes here.

Posted by Steve

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