Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Vanity

The weather today seems to speak of the fall of empires, the ancientness and newness of all things. It puts me in mind of Shelley's "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 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.

5 comments:

ellen said...

I had to memorize that poem for English class last semester. I still know it by heart.

Ethan said...

Ooh, cool. Good poem to memorize.

colin said...

gay stupid

Ethan said...

Wow, Colin, I'm glad to see the years haven't matured you. Quite the opposite, it seems.

NOT Freddy Jones said...

COLIN'S BACK!!
I want to search the world and find him hiding in his mother's attic and give him a big manly pat on the back(I don't do hugs) for making life so much FUN.
Most people don't hand you reasons to laugh at them on a silver platter.

Also, that is a very shiny poem. Very shiny indeed.