Poem: “Dream Deferred,” by Langston Hughes

Poem: “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...
Poem: “I Sit And Look Out,” by Walt Whitman

Poem: “I Sit And Look Out,” by Walt Whitman

I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done; I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected,...