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?
3 thoughts on “100 Days of Art – Day 10: Dreams Deferred”
Interesting. From my experience, dreams stay dreams until you decide to live them. No drying out or exploding ever happens, because dreams don’t age.
Here, I think he was referring to the dreams of a people. The poem is entitled Harlem, and I believe he was talking about the dream of his people for prosperity and equality. If such dreams are deferred too long, they can explode into action, violence, revolution.