“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”

'The Renunciation of Poetry'

Source: The Inheritance of Loss

Cemetery World (1973)
Context: The sun was setting, throwing a fog-like dusk across the stream and trees, and there was a coolness in the air. It was time, I knew, to be getting back to camp. But I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.

When he saw this strange phenomenon while he was travelling from London to Chicago on December 14, 1963, by a jet plane.
When Prof Jayant Narlikar saw the sun rise in the west

Source: Watchmen

Strange Fruit (1944) First lines

The Rubaiyat (1120)

Source: The Running Man