sky at dusk

The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue

   The setting sun, too indolent to hold

   A lengthened tournament for flashing gold,

Passively darkens for night’s barbecue

by- Jean Toomer

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated, 
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red 
Into the furnace stirred to fume, 
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire, 
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire 
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume. 

by -Victor Hugo

{photos taken by me}