Harlem Text of the Poem eText

Langston Hughes

Text of the Poem

     
       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?