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?
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Dreams. We all have them, and hopefully, we will all continue to achieve them. Dreams span time and they change and develop as we evolve. As we begin our discussion of Lorraine Hansberry's A Raisin in the Sun, I would like each of you to think for a moment about the dreams you may had or grew up with. They can be simple or complex, related to a profession or not. In our first posting, I would like each person to reflect on something that they have strived for or are currently working towards. Feel free to respond to your classmates' responses as well.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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