More Poetry: Celebrating National Poetry Month

Since Stochastic is making a big deal of it and all, here is another. This time from Percy Bysshe Shelley, rather than Poe (didn’t want to depress anyone)…

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 upon 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.

2 Responses

  1. Oh, I love this one. Remember it from a college poetry class. Though I’m not sure it qualifies as ‘not depressing.’ 😉

  2. Sure it is, you just have to examine the right meta-narrative. When you do that you find the poem is really about a grad student in archaeology who is happy because they just found a statue to do their Ph. D thesis on…

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