No words

I’ve run out of words.  So I borrowed some.

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 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 mock’d 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.


6 thoughts on “No words

  1. kyknoord says:

    Highlighting once again the importance of an adequate maintenance budget.

  2. daisyfae says:

    were there talking apes nearby?

  3. Rox says:

    Hectique indeed.

  4. Seraphine says:

    An awesome poem, dolce! it’s been a while since i’ve read it. and yes, everything moves on, that’s the point. and very appropriate at this time in history.

  5. Dolce says:

    @ Kyk > Who needs planning when you have an ego.

    @ Dais > Come to think of it…..

    @ Rox > The world turns, unheeding

    @ NurseM > he’s better today. I’m hopeful. In a hopeless kind of way.

    @ Sera > And we still don’t learn….

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