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.
Is this the greatest poem of all time?
Juan Peterson
No, it's reddit tier
REAL men don't like reddit-tier things
Try some of Schopenhauer's poetry (he hated women)
Gavin Brooks
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: [...] "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" [...]
[Shelley, 1818]
Grayson Watson
I wouldn't know. Unfortunately whenever i hear "look up my works, ye mighty, and despair!" >I see
Robert Martinez
>File: tumblr—nzr...
Aight
Gabriel Torres
I feel like the last three lines are entirely unnecessary and dilute the juxtaposition set up earlier
Jeremiah Richardson
I met [...] mighty [...] despair!
[My Diary Desu, 2016]
Kevin Edwards
Yes. I realised this. but it was the first place i got the gif from. I apologise.
Jacob Hall
I like it a lot OP
Is there any other short form poetry about decay and the impermanence of things, such as kings and empire?
Robert Lewis
'Tis wond'rous to inspire thought of things, How kings and empires change, decay, doth say The least impermanence is life's constant.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the jester sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Dylan Wilson
its pretty good from a personal point of view, just because I grew up with the poem (like most of us probably) and its imagery had a large impact on me
do I now realise there are better poems by present standards? yes. but its still one of my favourites.
Zachary King
>present standards
>I believe >in unicorns >you can't >change that
>let me be >myself >don't try >to impose,
>I want >to touch his >warm skin, >tender, but >he thinks >I'm over-weight.
Jaxon Nelson
Breaking Bad ruined it. It's meme-tier garbage now, beloved by every trenchcoat-and-fedora'd gentleman.
Andrew Mitchell
>I think that what I am presented with on Veeky Forums is reality
Carter Davis
I guess Ozymandias has Ozyman-died itself!
Xavier Bailey
>I liked it but then it became popular, now I think it sucks
Xavier Martin
What then, the products of a distant galaxy?
Camden Walker
Same
Anthony Jones
Is there an internal rhyme to this poem? I can feel the flow from reading out loud, but I'm too retarded to see beyond the obvious end ones (read-fed, decay-away etc)
Asher Reyes
Shelley was a fucking hack. So was Keats. Romanticism didn't perfect itself until Yeats.
Joseph Robinson
ABABACDCEDEFEF
Brody Robinson
Kind of agree actually dude
Dominic Evans
I mean MY present standards, as opposed to what I thought was good when I was a teenager, you absolute mong
Evan Gutierrez
What does that matter?
Dylan Garcia
>do I realise there are better poems by My current subjective standards, likely formed by those same poems?
Supertautaulogical
Robert Turner
>(he hated women) >fucking pseud only likes a brilliant philosopher for the most idiotic bit of his thought