I love the play and the movie...but I love the poem that the title is based on best...because i love LH!
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?
"The Civil War (1990, Ken Burns)
The all-out slaughtering of Americans on each other ended 150 years ago this year. Perhaps if every patriot living was forced to watch this seven part series in its entirety, even over a few days, we'll…"