Langston Hughes – A Dream Deferred
January 20, 2011
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? _________________________ This poem by Langston Hughes – more precisely than any academic or political ananalysis – sums up succinctly the Tunisian events of the past month. Thanks to Aaron Ney for sending it my way.
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