On December 13th every year, St Lucia's Day, my mom gives me a book. Last year she gave me a book called "Poem A Day." It contains a poem for every day of the year. Todays poem is...
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 falsh the legions of the sun,
You fade - as if the last of days
Were fading and all wars were done.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
I really liked this poem, the tone was soothing and the descriptions are beautiful in an erie sort of way. The comparison of the sunset to a sound is really engaging because a sunset is a sight and not usually comparable to a "sound of golden horns". There is a and extended metaphor of the sound of the sunsets, comparing it to golden horns that would be played at a funeral of an important and majestic man. The dark hills are a place of peace, unable to be touched by the 'bannered ways'. Then the audience is brought into the poem with the phrase "you fade". There is a comparison between the audience and the legions of the sun fading behind the dark hills. It is very clear the the dark hills are a symbol of peace in the last line when the speaker says "all wars were done". This poem is so calming and at the same time has a sense of grandeur.