I am reading a book titled "There are no Children Here," which begins with the following by Langston Hughes:
________
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
Or crust and sugar over--
like syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?"
________
this makes sense
3 comments:
Good to see you back! I was wondering where you'd gone. Congrats on the new job! And yes, I'm still in Nepal. I'll be here until October.
Great poem. Over here those words are so real, although I know they are real everywhere. And in my personal opinion, they make a heavy load. Its up to those who have realized their dreams to lighten that load of others who have not.
I like what Paul said about lightening the load of others.
a bit depressing...I can think of deferred dreams that ended up evolving into much bigger dreams that later were realized (or that I'm in the process of realizing)...maybe, at least sometimes, they get better as you wait to realize them...???
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