Friday, January 20, 2006

Friday Poetry Blogging

I was tooling around the Blogosphere tonight, and I notice that jo(e) has up an inducement to contribute to a little bit of poetry love. I can get behind that! Thanks for the suggestion, jo(e)!

While I'm not what I would call a poet myself, I have dabbled in poetry. It's mostly too horrible to read and WAY too painful to post, but I will contribute to the lyrical love with a poem that has long captivated me, from one of my most favorite poets: Percy Bysshe Shelley.


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 lips, 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."

I have always loved this poem. It reminds me of the impermenance of flesh while giving testament to the immutability of stone. Shelley clearly lays out the feel of this poem. I can see the swirling sands and the half-buried monoliths. I can feel the harsh sun beating down upon my head. I can hear the call of the ancients as they eddy around me like the desert sands. Good poetry does that to you.


Running2Ks said...

Wow, KLee, just your description of the emotions the poetry evoked is...poetic. It sure makes me very interested in your pieces.

This is a beautiful poem. With our mind on Egypt at the moment, it is quite fitting. Thank you for sharing this!

lostinthemiddle said...

I'm quite fond of this poem (and Shelley, generally) too. I can't be as poetic as you (see R2K above; she's so right!), but I also like what the poem suggests about the nature of power.

Perhaps he-who-should-not-be-name (otherwise known as the person currently in charge of our country) could probably do with a good dose of 'Ozy."

KLee said...

I have always loves Shelley's work. Not really sure why. I was always more into the Romantic poets than any other time frame.

Shelley seemed all at once so reverent and so doomed. It's quite a heady mix.