Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Swede]

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear Swede!

You ARE on a true poetry kick tonight!

And here's another of my favorites...

Look on my works, indeed.

Thanks, sweetie!

:hug:

[Swede]

2. A pensive mood,Peg.

We live in interesting times,my friend.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. Ah, I see...

Yes, we certainly do...

:hug:

[Aristus]

4. Great poem. And one of its possible sources of inspiration:

[blogslut]

5. A question "remains"

Do we like Ozymandias better with socks:


http://atlasobscura.com/place/ozymandias-plains

or without?


http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/1242?offset=5

[JitterbugPerfume]

6. I have always loved that poem

We only pass this way---

[Arugula Latte]

7. One of my favorites ever.

:thumbsup: