Poem of the day – Impermanence

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.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley 1818

Poem of the day – Impermanence by Bromley Mindfulness is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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