Place Poem: “Dusk in the Ruins”

Place Poem: “Dusk in the Ruins”

  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...

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On Libraries in the Cloud Age

On Libraries in the Cloud Age

By Megan Harlan Few places can both cure and inspire farsickness like a library. Now, we all know—or have been firmly told—that print is officially dead and the Internet has killed the research desk. But what Google, e-books, and their ilk can't provide is the...

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Place Poem: “Our lives are Swiss”

Place Poem: “Our lives are Swiss”

I have always been fascinated by the way Emily Dickinson -- legendary for rarely traveling beyond her western Massachusetts backyard -- populates her poems with so many exotic locales. And she does so with such playful abandon, as if the place-names are her own vast...

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Place Poem: “Columbus Park”

Place Poem: “Columbus Park”

I'm planning a trip to New York -- I almost wrote, "home" to New York, though I haven't lived there in years -- where my family and I will be staying way downtown, in the thick of Manhattan's original streets. It got me thinking about Columbus Park -- not far from...

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The word “farsickness” translates from fernweh (Ger.): a yearning for distant places.

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