This must be the place: here is the requisite reek of rank antiquity and the shattered symbols signify the roots of old religions inextricably intertwined and hating it.
The debris desert extends to the eye’s furthest range; formed not by ages, grit-ground to dust, but rubbled in a second’s shocking blast: rising heat lends a molten mirror to soften the shards, and dust shrouds hide the dead and bury hopes.
Limbs are there, trunkless to be sure, without stone’s strength to stand, broadcast like bitter seed on rocky ground. And faces too, gore-ridden, slashed and torn amid the toppled town where no towers nose the air and no sunshone windows wink and stare.
The scattered chiselled words of Ozymandias Lie wide-strewn and mute: though the heedless mighty, authors of despair, take recreant refuge in distant lands. Once, hard-carved words on stony ground - but this time, in no time at all, with a voice not unlike a rocket’s whine, Ozymandias sings.
magnifiscent, what can i say? effortless flow and rhyme, an interaction with the ideas and comments of the poets of previous generations, excellent evocative imagery and a vocabulary used naturally and with grace - one that does not seem to be sourced entirely from a thesaurus. I may be slightly biased, being a crazed Shelley fan, but you have elaborated upon an idea and expressed a sentiment remarkably well in this piece.
It is about time I comment on this as that it has been sitting in my DevWatch for a long time and that I have stopped by to read it about oh 7 times now. I have seen many different interpretations on each read but it basically comes down to this: The pride and folly of man and the clash of the modern world with old traditions. I have to ask does this work address the event that happened year ago when the Taliban destroyed the ancient (and I believe the oldest but don't quote me on it) statues of Budda that were standing on the borders of Afganistan just because they were religious icons representing a religion other than theirs? The first two reading I had of this piece was from that approach.
And btw since this poem has caused me to revisit it again and again (and that Ozymandias is one of my favorite poems) it will go in my folder.
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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