By Steven Wade Veatch
There
are many ways to view and understand our world. Science provides theories,
psychology probes human nature, philosophy ponders reality, religion shapes
faith, and literature offers insight. Poetry, on the other hand, shines light
into our lives, and reveals essential truths.
Poetry
inspires me; it is one way I experience and know the world. Poetry’s charged words make the
speeding bullet of my life slow down so that I can enjoy the best parts of
living.
One
of my favorite poems is the sonnet “Ozymandias” that Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote
in 1818, when Egyptian archaeology was in its infancy. Ozymandias is the Greek
name for Ramses II, arguably one of the greatest Egyptian Pharaohs. Ramses II
erected magnificent statues of himself to ensure his immortality. The text of
Shelly’s
sonnet follows:
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.”
Shelley’s
poem contains the message about the decay of empires over time. Ozymandias
represents despotism and tyranny. The crumbling, ancient statue of Ozymandias underscores
the fact that power and glory are brief—they do not last; even though the “shattered” face of Ozymandias, with
his “sneer of cold command,” his “wrinkled lip,” and his “frown” survived
through the millennia, the great Egyptian Pharaoh no longer commands anyone.
The poem is also about the fleeting nature of life, fame, and
fortune. “Ozymandias” shows the ephemerality of our existence and what
survives, what fades, and what vanishes.
Through
the poem, I sense the endless desert. Where sand reaches in all directions
around “that colossal wreck, boundless and bare.” Time has no bounds, every
person is its subject. With Ozymandias, the passing of time took its toll on
him and his kingdom, leaving a crumbling, lifeless statue drenched in silence,
gripped by parching heat, and surrounded by somber swirling sands.
Everything
is gone. Gone. The sculptor who made the statue is gone, Ozymandias is gone,
and the traveler, seeing the ruins, is gone.
Shelley’s
poem pushes me to consider what is left and what
is not; what is important and what is not. The sobering thought of the fate we
all share—death, decay, and ultimately ceasing to exist, looms large.
Like
science, poetry delivers discovery and brings understanding. Poetry also crafts
beauty despite the chaotic landscape on which life plays out. And through “Ozymandias” I concede the
time-bound nature of humanity—knowing that at one point I will disappear from
the Earth and be forgotten—and that poem a stark reminder to live for what
matters.
Poetry
is a pause in my hurried and hectic life—an oasis to find some measure of truth
in my journey, even if only for a brief time in the swirling, shifting sands of
life.
Note: the author is an Earth scientist and was a volunteer ranger at
the Florissant Fossil Beds National Monument, Colorado for many years.
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