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A Raisin in the Sun: THE TITLE

A Dream Deferred



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?


Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from Collected Poems. © 1994 

Source: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes (Random House Inc., 1990) Reprinted: Poetry Foundation. Poetry Magazine. Web. 

Analysis of the poem "Harlem"