E. A. R.

My favorite poet, hands down, is Edwin Arlington Robinson. I don't get on that facebook thing much but if you check my picture out - it is Edwin and not Wade.

so for your poetic enjoyment....from 1920...here is

The Dark Hills
by 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
Where fading, and all wars were done.