Wednesday, March 15, 2006

fatalistic fish

Ozymandias
By Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817

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.


sleep well my fishies and
dream of large sandcastles.
love,
mysfit

3 little fish:

Blogger Carl V. Anderson swam up to say...

That may be my first Shelley ever...very interesting. And I did sleep well, thank you!

10:11 AM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

i would almost believe that you are a Shelly-vigin - except I know you read too much not to have read his wife's harrowing tale of Frankenstein...

10:55 AM  
Blogger Carl V. Anderson swam up to say...

I should have been more specific in stating that it was my first taste of Master Shelley's work...I have of course partaken of the fruits of dear Mary...but only recently. I think its only been a little over two years since I first read Frankenstein.

3:56 PM  

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