Writer’s Block: Taxmen and Poetry
Ok so originally I had two poems here and the somehow LJ went and changed that and I had no time to fix it until now, so here we go.
I have soooo many favorite poems, most though are from the Romantic Era. Here are exerts from my two favorite poems and they both reflect very differant sides of my personality.
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.
Love this because of the irony and what that says, Ozymandias king of kings and yet, how strong was he really, here he stands now in this dessert, nothing remaining but his pedestal, and who managed to take him down, why nothing but the lone and level sand. A single grain of sand seem’s so harmless and tiny, and powerless over this great king, but the dessert is full of these tiny grains of sand and when they work together toward a common cause, the small guy can take down even the most powerful of opponants, and that is the story of my life.
Second, Love this poem cause it reminds me to take time to smell the roses, to appreciate the beauty all around me each day, the small gifts.
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.