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Angelina Weld Grimké

Boston, Massachusetts
Angelina Weld Grimké
Boston, Massachusetts
Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Tenebris

There is a tree, by day,
That, at night, Has a shadow,
A hand huge and black,
With fingers long and black.
All through the dark,
Against the white man's house,

In the little wind,
The black hand plucks and plucks
At the bricks.
The bricks are the color of blood
and very small.
Is it a black hand,
Or is it a shadow?
Angelina Weld Grimké
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