How is the coming of dawn and daybreak associated with heartbreak (or joy)? There's love, love lost, and all the iterations of stress and life (and there's also all the flip-side emotions). The sun, moon and stars inculcate themselves into our everyday--sometimes seeming to offer commiseration and remembrance. Does all of nature seem to feel your pains and joys? So many writers have written about the phenomenon (and of course, in our imaginings, all sorts of representations of reality are possible).
A French writer, Arthur Rimbaud, is known for Le Bateau Ivre (The Drunken Boat) and for the short time in which he wrote--from 16 to 21. Rimbaud was born on October 20, 1854, and he became an world-traveler-adventurer (Egypt, Ethiopia, Ogadain, and beyond).
He wrote: "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter." He also wrote: "What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world."
In The Drunken Boat, Rimbaud wrote, "I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic horrors, / Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms, / Like actors in ancient plays."