Today’s Thoughtful Thursday offerings are two classics from Langston Hughes, courtesy of two special guest GCP contributors. To my delight, when I asked my two sons (independently) to tell me their favorite poems, they chose the following two Hughes poems about dreams. These poems are among my favorites as well. Enjoy!

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Harlem

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?

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes