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The Dark Hills
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morbane: Pick a poem that means a lot to you (for any reason), post it, discuss why.
The Dark Hills
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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.
It's hard to explain why this poem appeals to me so much - every time I try, I simply end up quoting lines of us, as if repeating "the legions of the sun" will make you all see the sunset fading behind soft rolling hills turned black with shadow, and feel the melancholy of fading glory and passing time, which is what the poem gives to me.
The poem is one of the inspirations for the book I'm working on, about the Valley of the Sun and the paper bird that its last princess made to escape captivity. The warriors of the sun are gone, and their memory fades; but the last of days are not yet come, and the wars are not yet done.
morbane: Pick a poem that means a lot to you (for any reason), post it, discuss why.The Dark Hills
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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.
It's hard to explain why this poem appeals to me so much - every time I try, I simply end up quoting lines of us, as if repeating "the legions of the sun" will make you all see the sunset fading behind soft rolling hills turned black with shadow, and feel the melancholy of fading glory and passing time, which is what the poem gives to me.
The poem is one of the inspirations for the book I'm working on, about the Valley of the Sun and the paper bird that its last princess made to escape captivity. The warriors of the sun are gone, and their memory fades; but the last of days are not yet come, and the wars are not yet done.
