Weekend verses... on dreams

This weekend we present two poems on dreams by Langston Hughes... enjoy..

I

 Dream Deferred

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?

II

I Continue To Dream

I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase

and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.

And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:

Do you understand my dreams?

Sometimes you say you do,

And sometimes you say you don't.

Either way it doesn't matter.

I continue to dream. 

.......................by Langston Hughes