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– by 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 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.
Originally available in Orange
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– for the blessing of impermanence.
Very nicely done my brother.
…profound. Thanks OH.
here & in Orange. I think I saw the previous version, too, but it bears repeating…very powerful, thank you for reposting.
I think that pic is perfect.
This whole essay sent shivers up my spine. Excellent work.
I’ll make a powerpoint show out of it for you, if we can get it shown to the jury and the media during his trial?
Awesome essay!
collection of death, destruction, disregard, disrepair, dispair, economic devastation, all created by the most wanton of criminals. Thank you, occams hatchet — hard to bear, but an excellent portrayal showing eight years of concerted evil!
there goes my good mood!
Nicely done, Occam.
and bringing it home. I vote we give the polar bears a few minutes alone with the Bush gang for a short summit and let nature take it’s course.
of what is really at stake here. Easy to get caught in the politics and lose sight of the horrific turn this country has taken. Thanks OH, it is painful to see, but we all should take a good look at what is and has been done in our name, and what we face as a legacy. A good counter to the spin that Bush wasn’t so bad being pumped through the regular media. My heart hurts but my eyes need to look.