More quotes by Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

"HarlemWhat 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?"
"Life is for the living.Death is for the dead.Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid."