Five O'Clock Somewhere

Welcome to Five O'Clock Somewhere, where it doesn't matter what time zone you're in; it's five o'clock somewhere. We'll look at rural life, especially as it happens in Rio Arriba County, New Mexico, cats, sailing (particularly Etchells racing yachts), and bits of grammar and Victorian poetry.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Poetry Corner: Percy Bysshe 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 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.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

A couple of days back, on another blog, a guest posted a wonderful takeoff on this poem. Here, for your edification, is the original. It's a good lesson to remember -- that even the greatest of rulers or leaders will not be so forever.


Anonymous Jerry said...

It was fun to compare the original to the parody side-by-side. The parody is filled with inside jokes, but the wordplay is fun even if the references are obscure.

Sun Aug 07, 08:05:00 PM MDT  

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