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?

This is “Dream Deferred” by Langston Hughes

This poem is an excellent example of how an economical number of words can be used to great effect. Since the poem is a cautionary tale – essentially warning that desire delayed is desire denied – it was wise for Hughes to get to the ‘punchline’ quickly. The word ‘explode’ is perfect, hinting at the boiling point a soul can reach when not satisfied. Furthermore, it’s interesting how Hughes suggests literal and concrete reactions to a figurative and intangible notion.

Random thinking…

Brian Patrick Cork