Sunday, May 20, 2012

Harlem

Harlem
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?

I like this poem because you can experiment with it. There is always a sort of rhythmic tone and it has a lot of discriptive imagery. I like the end where it says "or does it explode?" because it is a great way to end with a question it makes the reader think more and it helps draw them back to read the poem again, that's how it drew me in. That is also the question that brought me back to this poem.

Now I do know that this isn't the ideal poem where it rhymes, poems don't have to rhyme. Some poems get twisted arowned The "rules" but poetry is about feeling ps not format. It's about getting out you message to the world. Most poems don't fallow the typical rhyming.

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