It’s National Poetry Month, so here’s my favorite poem, first introduced to me by my Brit Lit teacher, Bud Jensen, during my senior year in high school. Good words for all of us — emergent, evangelical, Reformed, Democrats, Americans — who think we’re pretty much “it” right now.<\/p>\n
Ozymandius<\/b>
\nby: Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/p>\n
I met a traveler from an antique land
\nWho said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
\nStand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
\nHalf sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
\nAnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
\nTell that its sculptor well those passions read
\nWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
\nThe hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
\nAnd on the pedestal these words appear:
\nMy name is Ozymandius, King of Kings,
\nLook on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
\nNothing beside remains. Round the decay
\nOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
\nThe lone and level sands stretch far away. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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