Dreams, Langston Hughes, and GOOD NIGHT! :)

I was reminded today of the book The Dream Keeper by Langston Hughes. I used to have it, so I looked around for it this evening to no avail. Truth be told, I probably gave it to some boy when I was younger in an attempt to flirt with him. Yes, I was a complete dork who liked to give out poetry books to the boys I liked. Luckily, my husband would never have fallen for such a stunt and I knew it — and now I no longer do such dorky things. Well…at least I don’t give books as a means of flirtation.


That was a good book! And remembering what a good book it was, I wanted to give a sampling from it. Since I’m EXHAUSTED and headed to bed (and since we’re looking for the best lit for our young dreamers), the dream-themed poems seem most appropriate.





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.

The Dream Keeper

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me your heart melodies,
That I may wrap them in a blue cloud cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers of the world.

Dream Deferred

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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