Today is the fist day in Black History Month. One of my favorite poems is by the great Langston Hughes. Someone once told me that nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream. I believe in dreams. However, I am old enough now to know that some dreams can come true but not without hard work and determination. So today's poem of the day will be "A 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?
Nice!
ReplyDeleteHave you read much Frank X Walker? If not, I recommend him. Like Hughes, he's a poet's poet and so much more. He'll also offer great insight into Kentucky - not all good, not all bad. Just what it is.
Start with Black Box. It's one of the best books of poetry ever written, IMO.