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?
1.What images strike you when reading this Poem, either that are explicitly described or that come to mind based on what you read?
2. What central question is Hughes asking?
