Friday, March 20, 2009

Requim for Wall Street - where the past meets today


by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

1 comment:

nicko said...

Yet on this desert of today, we can rebuild.
With knowledge, water, and cooperation,
Between these grains of sand, below this sky,
And irrigate, sow seeds, and reap.

These seeds need not be only plants,
But human values, morals, love,
So those that reap, can reap the future,
Where the people live and grow and nurture.