This instalment is about Harlem by Langston Hughes (1902-1967). I think I first became aware of Hughes as a child although I’m not sure if I read any of his poetry then.
I came across this poem recently and just really enjoyed it.
What happens to a dream deferred?
I liked the simple repeated question structure of it, and the way that’s undermined at the end.
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
And I like the message that it conveys.