Wednesday, September 14, 2005


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.


Ram.C said...

a different picture, indeed

Sriram C S said...

Perfect picture for the poem. Shelley rules and rocks!! Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair What a line!!!

Ghost Particle said...

cha, superb post. inspiring. and the pic is magnificent together with the poem.

Saravana Kumar said...

Yes this is a very inspiring poem with lot of philosphy in it, the poem is actually inspired by the rocks on the picture. The actual Ozymandias is supposed to be Ramesses II of Egypt and this is the real text historians have found in an inscription near the statue.

I am Ozymandias, King of kings.
If anyone would know how great I am and where I lie,
let him surpass any of my works.

susubala said...

Lovely picture with a philosophical thought. Great....