Photo Credit: Robin Iversen Rönnlund (Wikimedia Commons)

what remains of the Etruscan city of Vulci

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:


“…A single white horse

grazes down below, slowly consumed

by shadow that pours into the valley…”


Read the whole poem on Verse Daily.


Photo Credit: Robin Iversen Rönnlund (Wikimedia Commons)