I imagined dead
buildings, piles of marble and rock. Obviously, buildings are not living
creatures, however for some reason, this poem made them seem as though they
were once alive. Reading further into the poem, I realize that it’s more about
building something new, something “frail” atop of old ruins. I don’t think the
term “frail” was used in a negative way, but just in the sense that it’s new
and therefore, not as strong as what the building, or even Rome, once was.
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