W'eve had two "Nixon Administrations" in the last 30 years. How many Nixon Administrations before we go Peronista.....?

Chilling how apt that is.

Everytime I think of Appointment in Samara I get the same feeling, wondering if it is Iraq already or is going to be Iran.

citing poems from high school is a sign of how far we've slipped.

Charlie -- you went to a better high school than I did...but I get your point.

Steve Clemons

Sorry, but Percy Bysshe Shelly is one of the giants of English poetry of the romantic period, and Mary Shelly is the author of a potboiler.

Personally, I thought Hillary as Big Brother showed how far we've slipped.
Shelley wrote the poem as a political commentary on events of his day long since forgotten. While most political literature has the half life of a Jay Leno monologue, some touch a truth that timeless and universal.
And to call Mary Shelley's acid commentary on the then new industrial age a potboiler is a bit unfair. Perhaps a better high school?

"The lone and level sands" no longer strech far away from that sunken head. There is now a parking lot for tourists near by and and a plan to hoist the head back to the top of the statue.
I had a copy of the poem when I visited the Ramesseum about ten years ago but the view has more than changed since the time of Shelly.

PS: I find astonishing that Shelly be considered only as the husband of Mary Shelly, who most certainly was an exceptional woman, but who was not the poetic giant that he was.
I fear Steve is experiencing the sudden knowledge that nothing lasts, that all fires burn out. That is why there are artists... who would all like for time to suspend its flight.

I find myself taking "Ozymandias" to a much broader stage, namely the entire planet, because of having watched us consistently and at an ever accelerating pace, and relentlessly since we clearly knew better at least three decades ago, lose the battles to prevent, or even significantly ameliorate, global environmental devastation in all its terrible forms. Al Gore got it right in EARTH IN THE BALANCE when he identified the culprit as the logic of modern civilization, a logic which is myopic and utterly illogical in any larger sense. I wonder what would stand as Ozymandias, perhaps the stone quartet in South Dakota? And which one would most likely utter this sad commentary?

Yet Ozymandias remains.

"Shelley is best known as the husband of the woman who wrote Frankenstein...."

I'm going to go somewhere and lie down now.

Having recently completed a novel on Mary Shelley and her brilliant poet of a husband, I find it refreshing to see him identified through her. She was one of his most dedicated editors, and spent much of her life after his untimely death collecting his works—which he had scrawled in an almost illegible hand. Without her, we might never have known Ozymandias.

Mary Shelley was famous in her day as the author of Frankenstein. Shelley's fame came slowly, over time, after his death. Of course he is one of the greatest English poet's who ever lived and anyone who has studied English literature knows his worth, but I'd venture to say that he would enjoy hearing himself remembered as Mary Shelley's husband.

Read Valperga to see why. Though mostly unknown, it's her best novel; a political history that explores the clash between Machiavellian despotism and democracy through the eyes of a woman who is ultimately killed by the man she once loved. She dies because she stands against tyranny and fights for democracy in a time when most women would never dare venture so much as an opinion on the matter. Written just before her husband drowned, Valperga's set in Dante's Italy—Shelley thought it her best work.

"All those years we spent jubilant,
seeing the trifling, cowering world from the height of our shining saddles,
brawling our might across the earth as we forged an empire,
I never questioned . . .

It seemed so clear--our fate was to rule. That's what I thought at the time.
But perhaps we were merely deafened for years
by the din of our own empire-building,
the shouts of battle, the clanging of swords, the cries of victory."

-- Aeschylus, "The Persians"