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. 1920
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彭翠丽
"The Dark Hills" is a hauntingly beautiful poem that captures the serene yet melancholic essence of twilight in the western hills. The poet skillfully employs imagery and metaphor to convey a sense of history, peace, and the passage of time.The opening lines paint a vivid picture of the dark hills at evening, with the sunset described as hovering "like a sound / Of golden horns that sang to rest / Old bones of warriors under ground."
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