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Having wandered through my share of vast, eerily deserted archaeological sites, I was pulled in by the first line of Ernest Hilbert’s poem, Dusk in the Ruins: I arrive, one more uninvited guest. With this unsentimental tone established, the speaker explores the necropolis of Vulci, an Etruscan city now down to shards of buildings and millennia-old war stories. This is a rhymed sonnet about an ancient place, yet reads as anything but musty. The poem focuses like a camera lens on Vulci’s visible and unseen history, sharply framing both the dead and the living of the place. farsickness/place-poem-dusk-ruins/
Posted on: Tue, 13 May 2014 21:00:42 +0000

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