Apr 12 2008
getting to know you
Getting to know you
In the mid Atlantic, where spoken English
takes on an American twang, swells give
birth to waves that grow very quickly and
dreams of getting as big as Mount Everest.
Alas, there are rocky shores that cut them
down to size, in a froth of white blood and
fish-finger ignominy, an experience they
are unable to pass on the next generation
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For my own part this very powerful poem brings me back to:
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.”
And a lesson that cannot be learned.