ozymandias u24 I met a traveler 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 upon 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. Shelly . 050111 ... iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl this is very odd i had the name of this poem in my head throughout today, i come home and see on blather that it's new and has just been created here! on the same day i was thinking about it nonetheless. also my friend's english class has to study it for their poetry section on our exams. me, i wanted to study sylvia plath's Mirror. now that is a great poem. i like that poem a lot. makes you think a lot, which is always good. remember intellectual stimulation means you'll stay mentally agile for longer. hmmm vodka killed all stimulated brain cells. wheeeeee 050111 what's it to you? who go blather from