Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a read more

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust over like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it sags like a heavy load. Or does it just explode?.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, read more

But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America—and change soon. We must help that change to come.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.