In the poem, “Harlem” Hughes ponders what happens to a deferred dream. He ponders if it dries up like a raisin in the sun, or if it drips like a wound and then runs. It might smell like rotten meat or a sugary crust. It might
In the poem, “Harlem” Hughes ponders what happens to a deferred dream. He ponders if it dries up like a raisin in the sun, or if it drips like a wound and then runs. It might smell like rotten meat or a sugary crust. It might