Friday, January 28, 2011

The Dark Hills / Edwin Arlington Robinson

The Dark Hills

Dark hills at evening in the west,
Where sunset hovers like a sound
Of golden horns that sang to rest
Old bones of warriors under ground,
Far now from all the bannered ways
Where flash the legions of the sun,
You fade  as if the last of days
Were fading, and all wars were done.

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)
from The Three Taverns, 1920

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the Unite States, and the European Union]

Edwin Arlington Robinson biography

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