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The Dark Hills and RIchard Cory by Edwin Arlington

The Dark Hills

by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)

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.

Robinson was a three time winner of the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. His work has faded from today’s scene much as his protagonist has faded in his poem The Dark Hills.

Robinson had a gift for moving words along.

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich — yes, richer than a king —
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/edwin-arlington-robinson

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