Sunday, July 05, 2020

A Raisin in the Sun

—Public Domain Photo



HARLEM
—Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

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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Today’s LittleNip(s):
 
Ultimately I’m about liberty and I think you have to defend it.

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Wider perspectives are needed now.

—David Hockney

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