Ozymandias....."The lone and level sands stretch far away"

OZYMANDIAS


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


- P.B. SHELLEY


I recently had a Reading Comprehension class in the CAT coaching institute i go to, and this poem was mentioned in a passage. The name was familiar, but it didnt strike me at first. After a while though, when we were discussing the passage, I suddenly remembered doing this in English class in 9th or something. Got nostalgic. Goolgled it. It's quite a nice poem. :) And very profound too. As well as a little ominous, but i think it's more of how time just goes on and on and on, its eternal, but lives are transient. So this statue...with just the legs remaining...in the desert is eternal, and has witnessed civilisations live and die. I donno, the image this poem creates in my mind is very...well...profound? Sorry, I'm at a loss for words. Lol. :D :)

P.S- someone is telling me that i'm just copying poems n posting them on my blog, but tis not like im Taking CREDIT for them or anything...They're just poems i really like, n id like to share them with the world...:)

The Catcher in the Rye

I recently read The Catcher in The Rye by J.D Salinger (I really liked it btw), and so it thought i should read the poem that has inspired the title as well. So i googled it, and found out its a poem about a woman who has an extra-marital affair- metaphorically- "rye". So here goes-

Coming Through The Rye

Coming thro' the rye, poor body,

Coming thro' the rye,

She draiglet a' her petticoatie

Coming thro' the rye.

O, Jenny's a' wat, poor body;

Jenny's seldom dry;

She draiglet a' her petticoatie

Coming thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body

Coming thro' the rye,

Gin a body kiss a body—

Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body

Coming thro' the glen,

Gin a body kiss a body—

Need the warld ken?

Robert Burns