Dream Deferred, Langston Hughes, Aviation/LAX Station, 5:35 pm

at the Aviation/LAX Station platform on the LA Metro Green line, Langston Hughes' poem "Dream Deferred" is written on a glass panel. A man sits in a quiet moment on the other side of the glass

5:35 pm


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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