"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 … Lire la suite
A Langston Hughes’s Poem of 1951, sent to me from a Blogger, in regard of the latest London riots
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