Dreams By Langston Hughes

Dreams By Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly. Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email Read More Poetry

Harlem (A Dream Deferred) By Langston Hughes

Harlem (A Dream Deferred) 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? Share on facebook Share on twitter Share […]