Sunset / Joseph Conrad

 

 

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The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance.  The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marsh was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds. Only the gloom of the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more somber every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun. And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from the glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.

On a cloudless day, Joseph Conrad describes the sunset in the Essex Marshes in England  with exquisite details in “Heart of Darkness”, painting the landscape with words.