Over the Hills

Over the Hills by Edward Thomas

The poem reflects on a journey into a new and unfamiliar landscape, evoking themes of memory, loss, and the passage of time. The speaker recalls a significant day marked by the crossing of a horizon, symbolizing a transition into a different phase of life. The imagery of "scarlet clouds" and a "harvest evening" conveys a sense of beauty and nostalgia, suggesting that the experience was both profound and fleeting. As the speaker reflects on this moment a year later, they realize the depth of their loss, which was not fully understood at the time. The act of leaning on a spade becomes a metaphor for contemplation and introspection, as the speaker grapples with the permanence of change and the inability to return to the past. The brook's inability to reverse its course serves as a poignant reminder of the inevitability of time and the futility of longing for what has been lost. The poem captures the essence of human experience—how moments of beauty and connection can be overshadowed by the passage of time and the realization of loss. The landscape, rich with natural imagery, becomes a backdrop for the speaker's internal struggle, highlighting the interplay between the external world and personal reflection. Ultimately, the work conveys a sense of acceptance, acknowledging that while the past cannot be reclaimed, it remains an integral part of one's identity and journey.

By Edward Thomas · First published 1916 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry, Romanticism · 171 words

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Often and often it came back again To mind, the day I passed the horizon ridge To a new country, the path I had to find By half-gaps that were stiles once in the hedge, The pack of scarlet clouds running across The harvest evening that seemed endless then And after, and the inn where all were kind, All were strangers. I did not know my loss Till one day twelve months later suddenly I leaned upon my spade and saw it all, Though far beyond the sky-line. It became Almost a habit through the year for me To lean and see it and think to do the same Again for two days and a night. Recall Was vain: no more could the restless brook Ever turn back and climb the waterfall To the lake that rests and stirs not in its nook, As in the hollow of the collar-bone Under the mountain's head of rush and stone.

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Poetry · Nature · Rural Life · War · Loss · Grief · Memory · Imagery · Symbolism · Metaphor · Simile · Alliteration

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