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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Harlem By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry uplike a raisen in the sun?Or fester kuje a sore-And then run?Does it sink like rotten meat?Ir crust and sugar over-like a syrupy sweet?

Langston Hughes incorproated patterns of African-American music into his poetry. He was born in Missouri and began writing poems in the eighth grade.
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      • Harlem By Langston Hughes
      • Life for My Child is Simple By Gwendolyn Brooks
      • I, Too By Langston Hughes
      • Mirror by Sylvia Plath
      • Lucinda Matlock by Edgar Lee Masters
      • The Poems I wrote.
      • Samantha by Samantha Mossbruger
      • Ironing Their Clothes by Julia Alvarez
      • A Black Man Talks of Reaping by Arna Bontemps
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      • My City by James Weldon Johnson
      • Where Go the Boats by Robert Louis Stevenson
      • Jungle by Me
      • Snowflake by William Baer
      • Please Mrs Butler by Allan Ahlberg
      • Design by Robert Frost
      • Telephone Poem by Nikki Giovanni
      • About Robert Frost
      • Elevator Music by Henry Taylor
      • The Road Not taken by Robert Frost
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