Sunset Poems
Questions Of Travel
by Elizabeth Bishop
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,
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Autumn Song
by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
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Emergency Haying
by Hayden Carruth
Coming home with the last load I ride standing
on the wagon tongue, behind the tractor
in hot exhaust, lank with sweat,
my arms strung
awkwardly along the hayrack, cruciform.
Almost 5OO bales we've put up
this afternoon, Marshall and I.
And of course I think of another who hung
like this on another cross. My hands are torn
by baling twine, not nails, and my side is pierced
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Two Sunsets
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
That fills young hearts with mad desire,
He saw a sunset. Red and gold
The burning billows surged and rolled,
And upward tossed their caps of fire.
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Dust
by Rupert Brooke
When the white flame in us is gone,
And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night;
When your swift hair is quiet in death,
And through the lips corruption thrust
Has stilled the labour of my breath --
When we are dust, when we are dust! --
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Fall of Beauty
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
flowers are fading
as sun sets on the season
last tree rhapsodies
crowned beauty has met her fall
wild colors lie overall
Kaleidoscope
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
With flying colors,
dancers whirl on New Year's Eve!
Hued sun sinks in black magic,
and a year grows too old.
Fireworks warp a world that's turning.
Burgundy Sunset
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Burning burgundy
sunset in the hot desert
Stars come fervently.
Yet, the cacti blooms appear
at the romance time of year.
Cherry charcoal skies
aswirl with rich, orange zest,
trails the western prize.
Cool desert moon of twilight
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Shroud of Dusk
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dusk fell velvety maroon
when blue thrush whistled sharply,
at cool death of afternoon,
when teal stars glittered starkly.
In silk moon rays, green grass stirred;
and the red world turned darkly.
Natural beauty observed.
Memory Revisiting
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
black cherry dusk skies
and moon rose, it was silver
butterfly quivers
the gemmed stars were out
and Mom tending blooms, singing
clematis clinging
jade dragonfly lake
comes again in memory
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John Greenleaf Whittier (10 poems about Sunset)
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