Sunday, August 8, 2010

Langston Hughes, from "As I Grew Older"

But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.

Langston Hughes, from "As I Grew Older"

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