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.

by Langston Hughes

Comments (4)

Powerful use of words. I especially like how certain words like kitchen, photograph, houses, bread, and branches are woven throughout the poem and keep appearing in various contexts like melodic riffs in a symphony.
This is the quintessential definition of literature. The woman does not spare us- not one single war-torn image is omitted. She wants us to cringe at the contrast and we do. I have net with many poets I had never read before on this site- -but she with this one single poem has outwritten all the rest.
A beautiful poem about daily drudgery of life. Loved it.
Both hostage to the happenstance of war! Thanks for sharing.