Student: Cynthia Edith Ramos Rubio.
Teacher: Luz Maria Campos.
Armies in the Fire
The lamps now glitter down thestreet;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
Now in the falling of the gloom
The red firepaints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, inthe fire;
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.
The day is over like the flowers
When the flowers sing a hopeful songAnd the men lost the sun
The day shines like the gold
Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hotvalley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
Thatcrumbles in your furnaces!
Robert Louis Stevenson.
The poem talks about the die in that season. Losing that passed all; imagine lost one memberof your family only for the war. I think only to thought is horrible.
And the whole city was destroyed like anything.
All the armies that were oncelarge today are only ghosts of it.
They fight about their liberty no matter if they need to die in combat.
Despite that the city is dying and dejected ofsouls, which marked all his blood all the majestic.
All the peace that one day they have is gradually disappears like the first verse in the poem.