Tag: dusk

  • 400: Without complaint

    Strange, where can one year place you. Or rather, what winds you no longer permit access to your sails. You recover eventually, when softly serve the seas to your harbour home, past what tempest inflicts its bitter tutelage that they do not cease so much as change in form and verve. The survivors and the […]

  • 394

    Dusk is falling over the prairie and what wild colours and tranquility ensue. Overcome with peace and gratitude, seeking now nothing further have I crossed as far as I mean this fine evening, and will lie here to the Earth with the rarefied equanimity of the occasion. Travellers know this, too, the stars; that tomorrows […]

  • 338

    I saw behind my book, the sun fall behind the ocean, and surmised then in that clear moment that the correct tuition had my gaze.

  • 254

    What a change is wrought in 26 weeks. Days even. Why, this very morning had I broken anew and forfeited my humour in a moment drunk with ignorance, to recover again my strength before the sun had set.

  • 129

    There is no way knowing as the sun retreats, if it is perhaps for you the last of days. Withdraw but a moment as the daylight dims, to dwell upon your change, and how equipped you have become to contribute better; if it be fortunes good grace your eyes open tomorrow.

  • 79: Wonderwall

    I happened upon the corner of Earth today, and suspended there by a decimated sun, it was not grief that so utterly wrought, but a pure and heaping rejoice to the heart. I realised then that striving brought age too early, and if this was the great engulf, the end of all things, it seems […]

  • 73: West

    I took West my walk today, to be nigh the Sun as she dies behind the lime prairie. The East with its darker dominion presses a blue-violet engulf and nothing can tempt me thence hath not warmer magnanimity than even a failing Winter Sun, that toppling at last hath brought down with her wan, sections […]

  • 25

    To round the day sat in reserve, high above vanities spread, wrapped in the grace of dusk. How all the days accolades are none.

  • 10

    How charmless now my thoroughfare’s become, in wanting stooped for the sweet encounter over, and prompting thus a double-loss; to rest on the arrival, exhausts the way; In pining for refreshing dawn, neglects the calming dusk.