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Poem: Ozymandias by Shelley


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.


The threadbare illusion of power is one which even Shelley, not exactly known for his religious fervor, could expose, and yet people still pursue it as if power is either permanent or satisfying.


(From a sermon by Alison Bucklin, What Goes Around, 7/1/2011)

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