Harlem responce

Harlem 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?

This was my favorite poem we read. For a while now Langston Hughes has been my favorite poet, ever since last years poetry study. I used to honestly hate poetry, every year in school we would have a study and read some stupid poem and talk about what it meant and stuff. But since last year i had to go beyond the poems my teachers had spoon fed me and venture in to  poetry. Along the way i did read some terrible poems and then i found the beautiful ones. The ones that yelled out to me the got the gears in my brain moving, that made me think about all day and stay up all night. And then there was Langston... his words made me tear up (no joke) they made me angry,they made me somber they made me giddy. And for the first time since kindergarten Poetry made me feel something.

his words are mesmerizing in a way for a poem about dream the words are dreamy and sort of sleepy and heavy. They roll of your tongue. This is not one of his louder poems but a quiet one. I really like the first sentence's alliteration. The poem roams and wanders from one word to the next. The poem has a clear topic but i goes from one question to the next sort of making you wonder and question.