It’s been a bit, but I assure you I’ve been busy even though I’m not blogging. Anyway, I thought I would share Langston Hughes’s “Harlem” because it’s a really great poem and I’m about to teach it during The Harlem Renaissance unit (but it’s good any time of the year).
It’s short and it packs a punch, which always seems to open up discussion in class.
“Harlem” 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?
