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Ozymandias — Aug 6, 2026

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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.

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📖 About this poem

Shelley builds this one around a joke that time plays on power. A traveler describes a ruined statue in the desert, a once-mighty king now reduced to two stone legs and a broken face half buried in sand. The inscription still boasts of works so great that even the mighty should despair, but the only thing left to survey is emptiness. That gap between the words and the wreckage is where the poem lives.

It's a sonnet, but a loosely built one, its rhymes falling in unexpected places so the voice feels closer to natural speech than to song. The strongest image is that shattered face still wearing its sneer of command, expression outlasting the empire it once ruled.

It still lands because every era produces someone convinced their name will last forever. The desert always disagrees.