Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April 1st

Today is the first day of National Poetry Month. (It is also the 20th anniversary of my moving to GA and the rebirthday of my being baptized as an adult. But I digress.) I am going to try to share a poem a day for the month of April. I hope you enjoy. Most of the poems will have a personal meaning for me which I hope to also share.
Harlem 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? I read this poem before I had determined to go to college and I returned to it often during the months that led up to my decision. What happens to a dream deferred? When I first read this I had no answer because I could not tell you what my dream was for my life. I had lost my ability to dream. I was so stuck in my daily life that I had no vision for my future. And I felt as though I would do all of these things--dry up, fester, run, stink, crust over, sag, explode. Above all else, explode.

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