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Quotations about Sunrises, Sunsets,
and Pink & Fiery-Color Clouds
Truly, were I every evening to depict sunrise, and every morning to see it, still I should cry, like the children, Once more, once more! ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography, translated from German by Charles T. Brooks, 1865
I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
~John Milton, "Lycidas"
The morning drips her dew for me,
Noon spreads an opal canopy.
Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest
Where sunset ambers all the west...
~Robert Loveman (1864–1923)
The Dusk is dark and glorious
A star upon her brow;
With sunset blushes in her cheeks,
She beckons now.
~Robert Loveman, c. 1901
The sea gulls float, so gracefully,
As they fly—now low, now high—
And rich colors of the sunsets
Brighten all the western sky.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "The Picture I See from my Window" (1940s)
Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning. ~Terri Guillemets
Suddenly the horizon seemed wrapped in a mass of pale pink clouds... a perfect rose without a break or rift. It was as if a pink aurora had flashed out low down in the sky, giving everything around a roseate tinge. ~Emily Read, "Hugh Granger's Wooings," 1874
...the orange morning light shimmering through... the sky becomes bluer, and is suffused with pink clouds with the golden rays of the early sun shooting through them... ~Horatio F. Stoll, "San Francisco's Theatrical Rehabilitation," in The Theatre, 1912
It is quite a faery scene, surprising and wonderful, as if you walked amid those rosy and purple clouds that you see float in the evening sky. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1860 February 12th
The desert sunset clouds exhale pink puffs of dusky smoke. ~Terri Guillemets
Rose-tinted clouds are floating by
Against the deep and azure sky:
Pink, gray, and purest white,
Deepening into golden light...
Tell me, pink clouds, floating by
In the deep and dark-blue sky,
Tell me, may I by and by
Join my mother there on high?..
~Fannie L. Michener, "Clouds," 1881
The clouds danced an orange-pink waltz with the sunrise. ~Terri Guillemets, "Dawn-waltz," 2005
Now a lustre glowing
In the silent west,
From the sun was flowing
As he turned to rest;
And the Cloud borne sunward
Ever nearer, nigher,
Ever floated onward
Toward the sunset-fire...
~"The Cloud," Excelsior: Helps to Progress in Religion, Science, and Literature, Vol. VI, edited by James Hamilton, 1856
Now sinks the cloudless sun in glory bright,
And lingering bids the darkening hills, Good Night!
~Henry Heavisides, "The Pleasures of Home," 1840
Or those war-clouds that gather on the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued with fire;—how is their barbed strength bridled? what bits are these they are champing with their vaporous lips... ~John Ruskin, "The Cloud-Balancings"
Then rich cloud masses dyed the violet's hue,
With orange sunbeams dropping swiftly through.
~Jean Ingelow, "The Four Bridges," 1863
Softly drops the crimson sun:
Softly down from overhead,
Drop the bell-notes, one by one,
Melting in the melting red...
~Susan Coolidge, "Angelus"
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow:
Long had I watched the glory moving on,
O'er the still radiance of the lake below:
Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow!
Even in its very motion there was rest;
While every breath of eve that chanced to blow,
Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west...
~John Wilson, "The Evening Cloud"
When through the eastern gates of heaven
The sun's first glories shine;
Or when his softest beams are given
To gild the day's decline;
All glorious as that orb appears,
His radiance still would lose
Each gentle charm, that most endears,
Without your soft'ning hues.
~Bernard Barton, "To the Clouds," Napoleon and Other Poems, 1822
[R]osy clouds were spread like flowers in the sun's pathway... the singing world of the air hung exulting in the hues of morning and the heavenly blue; sparks of clouds darted up from gold bars along the horizon; at last the flames of the sun streamed in over the earth. ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography, translated from German by Charles T. Brooks, 1865
A crimson sunrise streaked with gold flares... ~Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire, 1968
Bright sunset clouds, flushed with a crimson glow,
Linger about the calm departing day,
Like spirits round a good man's dying bed...
~John Askham, "September"
It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. ~Charles Dickens, The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit
Sweet May lies fresh before us,
To life the young flowers leap,
And through the Heaven's blue o'er us
The rosy cloudlets sweep.
~Heinrich Heine, "A New Spring," 1831, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland
Day holds the sky with big blue arms
Until the sun sends her off into evening
With a grateful blaze of vibrant colors
Night embraces the quiet dark sky
Until it sparks alive with morning light
Clouds are among the most striking appearances in the natural world. Whether heralding the dawn with beacons of flame and banners of gold, or escorting the sun's descending car with armies of light and sapphire thrones... [G]lorious in the morning... prophetic of the dawn at evening, clouds lend a charm to every landscape... ~Daniel March, "The Balancings of the Clouds," Our Father's House, or the Unwritten Word, 1869
A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
[W]hen the weather is steady and fair, we see in a far higher region the lovely cirrus cloud; light and waving as locks of hair, or tiny feathers of exquisite hue, the first to catch the splendour of the coming sun, the last to lose the glories of his light... ~Alfred Rowland, "The Clouds: God's Angels of the Sea," in The Sunday Magazine (London), 1884
the seam between desert and night
glows pastel to neon to clear blue light
~Terri Guillemets, "Phoenix sunrise," 1996
I saw two clouds at morning,
Ting'd with the rising sun;
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one...
~John G. C. Brainard, "Epithalamium," Occasional Pieces of Poetry, 1825
...the evening sky's pinklit hue... ~Terri Guillemets, "May-love sunset," 2008
I get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty that almost makes it feel like fantasy. ~Mrs. Ron Harris
After God perfected the sunrise, he created photographers, artists, and poets to ensure his feat remained immortal. ~Terri Guillemets
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...
God is now serving scoops of orange and raspberry sherbet on the horizon. What a beautiful sunrise! ~Terri Guillemets, "Sweet dawn," 2010 [Okay, so maybe it was more like grapefruit-colored than raspberry, but that's not really as poetic or as tasty, now is it? —tg]
Sick of myself and all that keeps the light
Of heaven away from me, I love to seek
This breezy hill, and on its highest peak
Sit down and watch the coming of the night.
'Tis ever a new miracle to me.
Men look to God for some mysterious sign,
For marriage feasts with water turned to wine,
For Christ to walk upon the troubled sea;
As if He did not to our sense unfold
Meanings as miraculous as of old!
Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows
In yonder heaven: the fair, frail places,
The blue and crimson archipelagoes,
And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas.
~Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The winds behind me in the thicket sigh,
The bees fly droning on laborious wing,
Pink cloudlets scarcely float across the sky,
September stillness broods over every thing...
Deep peace is in my soul... Let us live and love;
Suns rise and set, and fill the rolling year...
Hush! in the thicket still the breezes blow;
Pink cloudlets sail across the azure sky;
The bees warp lazily on laden wing;
Beauty and stillness brood o'er every thing.
~John Addington Symonds, "On the Hillside"
Clouds blaze brilliant colors in a sky on fire. ~Terri Guillemets
And but for fear it is not so,
The wild unrest that lives in woe
Would dote and pore on yonder cloud
That rises upward always higher,
And onward drags a labouring breast,
And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam A. H. H, OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII," 1851
I waltzed with the dawn,
she waltzed with me—
a pinkish-orange o’er
the clouds draped we.
~Terri Guillemets, "Dancing with Dawn," 2005
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