July 20.
At evening the eastern clouds, the western clouds, and the atmosphere of the west horizon have one history successively – a fainter glow and redness, gradually and by stages deepening till the darkness prevails.
At evening the eastern clouds, the western clouds, and the atmosphere of the west horizon have one history successively – a fainter glow and redness, gradually and by stages deepening till the darkness prevails.
We see
from the hill darkness infolding the village, collected first in the elm-tops.
If it were not for the lightcolored barns and white houses, it would already be
dark there. The redness of the clouds, or the golden or coppery glow, appears
to endure almost till starlight. Then the cloudlets in the west turn rapidly
dark, the shadow of night advances in the east, and the first stars become
visible. The pitch pine woods are heavy and dark, but the river is full of
golden light and more conspicuous than by day.
It is
starlight. We see the first star in the southwest, and know not how much
earlier we might have seen it had we looked. Now the first whip-poor-will
sings hollowly in the dark pitch pine wood on Bear Garden Hill, as if the night
had never ceased, and it had never ceased to sing, only now we heard it. Night
is seen settling down with mists on Fair Haven Bay. The stars are few and
distant; the fireflies fewer still.
Now quite
into evening. There is a second glow on the few low western cloudlets, when we
thought the sun had bid us a final adieu. - Those small clouds, the rearmost
guard of day, which were wholly dark, are again lit up for a moment with a
dull-yellowish glow and again darken.
And now the evening redness deepens till all the west or northwest horizon is red; as if the sky were rubbed there with some rich Indian pigment, a permanent dye; as if the Artist of the world had mixed his red paints on the edge of the inverted saucer of the sky.
And now the evening redness deepens till all the west or northwest horizon is red; as if the sky were rubbed there with some rich Indian pigment, a permanent dye; as if the Artist of the world had mixed his red paints on the edge of the inverted saucer of the sky.
An
exhilarating, cheering redness, most wholesome. There should be a red race of
men. I would look into the west at this hour till my face permanently reflects
that red. It is like the stain of some berries crushed along the edge of the
sky.
The crescent moon, meanwhile, grows more silvery, and, as it sinks in the west, more yellowish, and the outline of the old moon in its arms is visible if you do not look directly at it. Some dusky redness lasts almost till the last traces of daylight disappear, about 10 o'clock, the same time the moon goes down.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 20, 1852
The redness of the clouds, or the golden or coppery glow, appears to endure almost till starlight. Then the cloudlets in the west turn rapidly dark, the shadow of night advances in the east, and the first stars become visible. It is starlight. You see the first star in the southwest, and know not how much earlier you might have seen it had you looked. See August 8, 1851 ("Starlight! that would be a good way to mark the hour, if we were precise.”); May 8, 1852 (“Starlight marks conveniently a stage in the evening, i. e. when the first star can be seen. ”); June 28,1852 ("Now it is starlight; perhaps that dark cloud in the west has concealed the evening star before . . .Starlight! That would be a good way to mark the hour, if we were precise. That is an epoch, when the last traces of daylight have disappeared and the night (nox) has fairly set in.”); June 30, 1852 (“It is starlight about half an hour after sunset to-night; i. e. the first stars appear”); July 12, 1852 (“Now, a quarter after nine, as I walk along the river-bank, long after starlight, and perhaps an hour or more after sunset, I see some of those high-pillared clouds of the day, in the southwest, still reflecting a downy light from the regions of day, they are so high.”); July 21, 1852 ("Do we perceive such a deep Indian red after the first starlight at any other season as now in July?”)
The crescent moon, meanwhile, grows more silvery, and, as it sinks in the west, more yellowish, and the outline of the old moon in its arms is visible if you do not look directly at it. Some dusky redness lasts almost till the last traces of daylight disappear, about 10 o'clock, the same time the moon goes down.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 20, 1852
The redness of the clouds, or the golden or coppery glow, appears to endure almost till starlight. Then the cloudlets in the west turn rapidly dark, the shadow of night advances in the east, and the first stars become visible. It is starlight. You see the first star in the southwest, and know not how much earlier you might have seen it had you looked. See August 8, 1851 ("Starlight! that would be a good way to mark the hour, if we were precise.”); May 8, 1852 (“Starlight marks conveniently a stage in the evening, i. e. when the first star can be seen. ”); June 28,1852 ("Now it is starlight; perhaps that dark cloud in the west has concealed the evening star before . . .Starlight! That would be a good way to mark the hour, if we were precise. That is an epoch, when the last traces of daylight have disappeared and the night (nox) has fairly set in.”); June 30, 1852 (“It is starlight about half an hour after sunset to-night; i. e. the first stars appear”); July 12, 1852 (“Now, a quarter after nine, as I walk along the river-bank, long after starlight, and perhaps an hour or more after sunset, I see some of those high-pillared clouds of the day, in the southwest, still reflecting a downy light from the regions of day, they are so high.”); July 21, 1852 ("Do we perceive such a deep Indian red after the first starlight at any other season as now in July?”)
The stars are few and distant; the fireflies fewer still. Compare July 7, 1852 ("I am older than last year; the mornings are further between; the days are fewer.")
The darkness that first
collects in the elm-tops now
infolds the village.
The shadow of night
advances in the east and the
first stars visible.
We see the first star
and know not if we might have
seen it earlier.
The river is full
of golden light – the pitch pine
woods heavy and dark.
The first whip-poor-will
sings in the dark pitch pine wood
on Bear Garden Hill.
The whip-poor-will sings
like it never ceased – but we
hear it only now.
Quite into evening
the stars are few and distant –
fireflies fewer still.
And now the evening
redness deepens like paint on
the edge of the sky.
Redness gradually
by stages deepening till
the darkness prevails.
Old moon visible
in the arms of the crescent –
if we do not look.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Redness gradually deepening till the darkness prevails.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2024
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