Shakespeare at Dusk

Hopper

Shakespeare at Dusk by Edward Hopper

 

Standing motionless, daylight turns twilight, he watches

her walk into the edge of darkness.

She spoke to him of a love

made from the fume of her sighs.

He, wordless, but for those already spoken.

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