Haiku Quote by Scott Mason Download Open image ““alfresco the sommelier decants a red sunset”” — Scott Mason ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Haiku Poetry Sunsets
“Holy shit.” This is the kind of sunset you hardly see any more, a 19th-century wilderness sunset, a few of which got set down,… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
“Toward the evening the sky took on the same color as the fires. Everything took on that color, the sky, the buildings, even the… — Louis Brandsdorfer Copy Share Image
“Everyone was pointing upward at the sky, which was turning into a symphony of color. First, orange streaks appeared in the blue, like an… — Kass Morgan Copy Share Image
“The sunset was that long, achingly beautiful balance of stillness in which the sun seemed to hover like a red balloon above the western… — Dan Simmons Copy Share Image
“The sunset over the bay that evening was a conflagration of blood-red and orange and deep, gold-edged purple. I remember: unforgettable.” — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
“I recall one particular sunset. It lent an ember to my bicycle hell. Overhead, above the black music of telegraph wires, a number of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“The sunset turned the downtown skyline to red gold. The sea stretched ahead of us in silky sheets of blue, and for now all… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
[on Richard Wagner] A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. — Claude Debussy Copy Share Image
“It was one of those rare and beautiful days in winter when England remembers that there is a sun. The star of the day,… — Alexandre Dumas Copy Share Image
“incandescent afternoons in Spain, the shutters closed, a blade of sun burning into the darkness.” — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Cocoon's cry to first fly, Travels thousands of miles— So much in so little life.” — Ritu Negi Copy Share Image
“Self care is putting Your own name on your schedule In magic marker!” — Sanjo Jendayi Copy Share Image
“If this were real life, Ed would have looked at her neck- bite, dead, burp, credits.” — Ryan Mecum Copy Share Image
Poems are language turned into art; sound and sense matter; they can be as long or longer than The Odyssey or as short or… — Campbell McGrath Copy Share Image
“Secure in his flight Rider on the constant winds Hawk flies through his days Looks then to the east Prompted by fate’s gentle breeze… — Steve Robison Copy Share Image
“Sweetly be-kissed, I really miss every hug and kiss- A great love is. (Great love)” — Kipyang Copy Share Image
“NEW HAIKU One breathy vowel mists the glass warming window panes crystalled with snow Robin Glasser” — Robin Glasser Copy Share Image
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What I'm trying to do is to tell young people that I teach them how to breathe before I teach the haiku. That one… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image