L'Arte Nascosta

- The Hidden Art -

Fragmented

Today, while aimlessly meandering through the Greek and Roman Art wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley came to mind. 

Marble Portrait of the co-emperor Lucius Verus, A.D. 161-169; Metropolitan Museum of Art 

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".

-Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley