An audio recording by Doug Storm of “Ozymandias“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”.

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  1. Focus December 9, 2012 at 10:25 am

    Perfect followup to the Browning piece.
    We have such a brief tenure, that many of us don’t treasure enough. The material trappings don’t survive us and as those referenced in both these poems–their monuments may survive but what other mark have they left on the world? And what purpose leaving a mark on the world vs. making a meaningful interaction with those with whom you share it?


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