Ozymandias
The
speaker recalls having met a traveler “from an antique land” i.e; Ancient Land
(Rome) who told him a story about the ruins of a statue in the desert of his
native country. Two vast legs of stone stand without a body, and near them a
massive, crumbling stone head lies “half sunk” in the sand. The traveler told
the speaker that the frown and “sneer of cold command” on the statue’s face indicate
that the sculptor understood well the emotions (or "passions") of the
statue’s subject. The memory of those emotions survives "stamped" on
the lifeless statue, even though both the sculptor and his subject are both now
dead. On the pedestal of the statue appear the words, “My name is Ozymandias,
king of kings: / Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” But around the
decaying ruin of the statue, nothing remains, only the “lone and level sands,”
which stretch out around it.
UNDERSTANDING POET
UNDERSTANDING POET
This sonnet from 1817 is probably Shelley’s most famous and
most anthologized poem—which is somewhat strange, considering that it is in
many ways an atypical poem for Shelley, and that it touches little upon the
most important themes in his oeuvre at large (beauty, expression, love,
imagination). Still, “Ozymandias” is a masterful sonnet. Essentially it is
devoted to a single metaphor: the shattered, ruined statue in the desert
wasteland, with its arrogant, passionate face and monomaniacal inscription
(“Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”). The once-great king’s proud
boast has been ironically disproved; Ozymandias’s works have crumbled and
disappeared, his civilization is gone, all has been turned to dust by the
impersonal, indiscriminate, destructive power of history. The ruined statue is
now merely a monument to one man’s hubris, and a powerful statement about the
insignificance of human beings to the passage of time. Ozymandias is first and
foremost a metaphor for the ephemeral nature of political power, and in that
sense the poem is Shelley’s most outstanding political sonnet, trading the
specific rage of a poem like “England in 1819” for the crushing impersonal metaphor of the
statue. But Ozymandias symbolizes not only political power—the statue can be a
metaphor for the pride and hubris of all of humanity, in any of its
manifestations. It is significant that all that remains of Ozymandias is a work
of art and a group of words; as Shakespeare does in the sonnets, Shelley
demonstrates that art and language long outlast the other legacies of power.
Of course, it is Shelley’s
brilliant poetic rendering of the story, and not the subject of the story
itself, which makes the poem so memorable. Framing the sonnet as a story told
to the speaker by “a traveler from an antique land” enables Shelley to add
another level of obscurity to Ozymandias’s position with regard to the
reader—rather than seeing the statue with our own eyes, so to speak, we hear
about it from someone who heard about it from someone who has seen it. Thus the
ancient king is rendered even less commanding; the distancing of the narrative
serves to undermine his power over us just as completely as has the passage of
time. Shelley’s description of the statue works to reconstruct, gradually, the
figure of the “king of kings”: first we see merely the “shattered visage,” then
the face itself, with its “frown / And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command”;
then we are introduced to the figure of the sculptor, and are able to imagine
the living man sculpting the living king, whose face wore the expression of the
passions now infer-able; then we are introduced to the king’s people in the
line, “the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.” The kingdom is now
imaginatively complete, and we are introduced to the extraordinary, prideful
boast of the king: “Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” With that, the
poet demolishes our imaginary picture of the king, and interposes centuries of
ruin between it and us: “ ‘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.”
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