"Ozymandias"
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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 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.
I have had very little background in poetry and merely post what I find interesting. This means that I rarely pay attention to symbolism or rhyme scheme and have no interest in poetry I do not immediately understand. I see the value of struggling to understand something, but I do not care to do that. This being said, I'm unaware of this, but apparently I've been posting a lot of poetry lately with the same tone/mood/irony. Does this selection break that tone/mood/irony?
As always, if you have a suggestion for me to post, please email me at exceptindreamsATgmailDOTcom. Thank you.