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Shine and splendor​ at Capitol Hill in Rome

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Shine and splendor

The old walls stand proud and strong: As if the stones had only recently started displaying their work of art, they shine in splendor and self-confidence. I feel they had cast a spell on me because I am quickly entirely blown away, trying to imagine how this place must have had changed over time.

Soon, my feet slowly continue walking their way on the cobblestones like the countless others that happened to be here before. Yet, despite all shine and splendor, they are only a very limited snapshot of a partial aspect that today is often mistaken to represent the overall picture. And because stones cannot speak, we’ll never get to know the majority of the countless stories that have happened here.


On the right side, you can see the outside walls of the Tabularium in Rome. This place was the official records office of ancient Rome. The Municipality of Rome is situated in the building on the left side. When going straight forward under the connecting bridge, you’ll arrive at the Piazza del Campidoglio – the Capitoline Hill. This is the famous place that Michelangelo had designed.  



2 thoughts on “Shine and splendor​ at Capitol Hill in Rome”

  1. “How very happy I am here in Rome when I think of the bad days
    Far back there in the north, wrapped in a grayish light.
    Over my head there the heavens weighed down so dismal and gloomy;
    Colorless, formless, that world round this exhausted man lay.
    Seeking myself in myself, an unsatisfied spirit, I brooded,
    Spying out pathways dark, lost in dreary reflection.
    Here in an ather more clear now a luster encircles my forehead.
    Phoebus the god evokes forms, clear are his colors by day.
    Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,
    And the glow of the moon, brighter than northern sun.
    What blessedness mortals may know! Am I now dreaming? Or welcomes
    Jupiter, Father, as guest—me, to ambrosial halls?
    See, I lie here extending my arms toward your knees. I am praying:
    Hospitality’s god, Jupiter Xenius! Hear:
    How I am come to this place I no longer can say—I was
    Seized up by Hebe. ‘Twas she led to this sacred hill.
    Did you command her a hero to seek and deliver before you ?
    May be she erred. Then forgive. Let her mistake profit me!
    Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when strewing her glorious presents,
    After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
    You, O hospitable god, will by no means now banish a stranger
    From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again.
    “Poet, come to your senses!”—Forgive me, Jupiter, is not
    Rome’s Capitoline Hill second Olympus to you?
    Suffer me, Jupiter, here and let Hermes guide me at last then
    Past Cestius’ Tomb gently to Orkus below.”

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