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wrote letters to his friends about paris

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The Big Sea

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wrote "To A Negro Jazz Band in a Parisian Cabaret,”

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dropped out of Columbia

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Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

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contributed to the new negro and was a part, at least somewhat, of the negritude movement

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went back to the united states after being tired of living in paris because he had no money

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hughes visited night clubs, cafes, and salons talking to other artists

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travelled around europe and africa in 1923-24

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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?