for Sparky

[scottobear]

Ozymandias by P.B. Shelley

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."

Comments

[risingentropy.livejournal.com]

oooh, i'm 'sooo' sorry. i got the punctionation and stanzas wrong.

ha!

poke.

[risingentropy.livejournal.com]

and even though i do abhor romantic poetry, this is a pretty friggin cool exception.

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[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I like it a lot.. this, and the next one..

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[scottobear.livejournal.com]

pokepoke!!

[cottoneyedjoe.livejournal.com]

that poem is in the most obscure place I could imagine. It's in Piers Anthony's book, For the Love of Evil. Ozymandias is now the chief administrative officer of Hell. And in exchange, Satan had that poem commishioned, because Ozymandias didn't want to be forgoten.

[blackmanxy.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite poems. Has been for years. This plus the Why Wiccans Suck page... yeah... you're going on the Friends list.