[Hat tip to Dogwood for this link]. This NYT story details the sorry state of affairs as this historic cemetery, where Shelly and Keats, among other luminaries, are buried, crumbles. Trust the Italians to completely neglect this. Sono Protestanti, after all!
[Note to self: add this to the itinerary on the next trip to the Eternal City. Besides, Georgina Mason sings the praises of this little patch of earth. Though I wouldn't go so far as Oscar Wilde and call it the "holiest spot in Rome!"]