Over the plains of Ethiopia the sun rose as I had not seen it in seven years. A big, cool, empty sky flushed a little above a rim of dark mountains. The landscape 20,000 feet below gathered itself from the dark and showed a pale gleam of grass, a sheen of water. The red deepened...
Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness always waits.
PROPAGANDA (PROP-A-GANDER)An evil grin behind a smiling clown’s maskKamil Ali
Carl sat musing until the sun leaped above the prairie, and in the grass about him all the small creatures of day began to tune their tiny instruments. Birds and insects without number began to chirp, to twitter, to snap and whistle, to make all manner of fresh shrill noises. The pasture was flooded with...
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
FRACTURED FACTIONSMany cults are created by the uncontrollable egos of religious zealots
I walk my dog at dawn because I don’t like people to be around.
A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars;A pungent odor from the dusty sage;A sudden stirring of the huddled herds;A breaking of the distant table-landsThrough purple mists ascending, and the flareOf water ditches silver in the light;A swift, bright lance hurled low across the world;A sudden sickness for the hills of home.
…it was if another planet were calling. The call, embodied, issued in liquid syllables from the mouth of the Arab sailor who, on the prow of the Vestra each sun-up, looked toward the East and sang the Persian song:Hearken unto dawn, oh, my soul…Let good come unto the world.
The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the sky through which the stars appeared. Soon, however, they too began to pale before a splendour in the east, and the advent of the dawn declared itself in the newborn blue of heaven....
I’ve often been sorry to see a night end, even while I have loved seeing the dawn come.
Pain is nothing but the darkness that leads to the dawn of gain.
Chaque fois que je levais les yeux je voyais mon petit ami complètement gaga parce que j’étais une reine de beauté à la noix! T’étais un vrai gosse! Il a fallu que tu me transformes en princesse! Eh ben, regarde où ça m’a menée. A l’asile! Elle chez les dingues, ta princesse!
The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark – a sated, navy-blue woman – but the grass was jittery with the expectation of dawn.
I only had two real tasks [while in Norway]: gathering dead trees to burn from the surrounding small forest and getting water from a hole in a frozen stream. The rest of the time I wandered around, obsessed over my life dramas, stared into space, read books, wrote letters, made up songs, went crazy and...
All night the earth and the heavens followed their usual arrangements. Stars passed: an immense tide hung over them. A silent sea raced back with the sun, its wave turn-over small, delicate and comfortless. The most glorious of all stars hung above the sun’s threshold and went out. An hour later the sun governed the...
CRITIC OR CITRIC?Anagram of ordinary passing judgement on talentedKamil Ali
I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that’s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns...
When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt.
The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.
IMPERCEPTIBLE IMPELLENTGod exists in the heart, not in the show of religious alignment
If you don’t look before the dusk and beyond the dawn, you won’t be able to see the sun. (Soar)
Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed in vain hope and desire… If you awake from troubled sleep at such a time, you can only sit by...
RECURRENT CURRENTSLike the ocean, life ebbs and flows with the occasional ripKamil Ali