Dream Poems by Langston Hughes

 

• Dreams
  by Langston Hughes 

  Hold fast to dreams
  For if dreams die
  Life is a broken-winged bird
  That cannot fly.
  Hold fast to dreams
  For when dreams go
  Life is a barren field
  Frozen with snow. 
  
  Dream Deferred
  by 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?

  

  Dream Variations
  by Langston Hughes
  
  To fling my arms wide
  In some place of the sun,
  To whirl and to dance
  Till the white day is done.
  Then rest at cool evening
  Beneath a tall tree
  While night comes on gently,
  Dark like me-
  That is my dream!
  
  To fling my arms wide
  In the face of the sun,
  Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
  Till the quick day is done.
  Rest at pale evening...
  A tall, slim tree...
  Night coming tenderly
  Black like me.

  
  

   

 

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