Sunday, 22 January 2012

The Sunday Posts 2012


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.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)


Antares Cryptos said...

Somehow I needed this.
The beauty of poetry.

Alistair said...

{Don't}Ask and ye shall {maybe} receive {by some odd freak of coincidence}

Glad it hit the required spot for you AC.


Nicky said...

Fabulous. Haven't heard this one before, even though I enjoy a wee bit of Shelley every now and then.

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