A Poem (and a Print)


Harlem Street with Church, print


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?

(Image: Harlem Street with Church by William H. Johnson, ca. 1939-1940. Hand-colored relief print. Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of the Harmon Foundation).

A Poem (and a Photograph)

Old Man Portrait © by Imran Shabbir (KUWAIT). Please visit his Flickr page.

Still Here

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

—Langston Hughes (1902-1967)