A poem
This poem came up at dinner (my folks are visiting and Jen and I went out with them to a great Italian place about ten miles from our farm)
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ozymandias
I met a traveller 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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.
I used to have this memorized when I was in college.
Still relevant today -- thinking about yesterdays 'Palestinian' sermon and the current state of the Main Stream Media.
Goosebumps...
Posted by DaveH at May 18, 2005 9:44 PM