Grapes of Wrath

A little humor as we end the first week of classes

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Grapes of Wrath

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  1. This post, although humorous, made me think of the very serious poem by Langston Hughes, “A 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?

    Playwright Lorraine Hansberry incorporated one line in this poem when she titled her poem “A Raisin in the Sun.”

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