Dusk
Twin stars through my purpling pane, The shriveling husk Of a yellowing moon on the wane-- And the dusk.
Angelina Weld Grimké
Twin stars through my purpling pane, The shriveling husk Of a yellowing moon on the wane-- And the dusk.
In four short lines, Angelina Weld Grimké gives us a quiet moment at a window just after sunset. The speaker sees two stars beginning to appear through glass that has taken on a purple tint, while the moon—thin, yellowing, and shrinking—looks like a dried-out husk.
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