Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.īeyond expressing the transience of time, these ruins provide a pause for peace and reflection.
Near them, on the sand,Half sunk a shattered visage lies …Īnd on the pedestal, these words appear:'My name is Ozymandius, King of Kings,Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!'Nothing beside remains. Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the dessert. They recall the romantic verse of Percy Bysshe Shelley's Ozymandius: The shattered remains of marble horses and heroes, half sunken and forgotten in the earth, suggest the inevitable decline of even the proudest, most powerful kingdoms.
Vines cascade from once splendid triumphal arches, ferns spring from earthy niches in majestic towering walls whilst crumbling statues lie dusty, abandoned silent reminders of once great empires.Ī quiet contemplation of Sam Kaprielov's deserted ruins evokes an indefinable nostalgia for bygone ages in which memories, legend and a sense of prophecy of the distant future become intermingled. Ancient bridges and classical columns vanish into nothingness or are enigmatically interrupted.
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