Boswarlos Daily

W.B. Yeats:Apropos of New Country Fatalism

• W.B. Yeats.

  From `Under Ben Bulben'

  
  Under bare Ben Bulben's head
  In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
  An ancestor was rector there
  Long years ago, a church stands near,
  By the road an ancient cross.
  No marble, no conventional phrase;
  On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut:
  Cast a cold eye On life, on death.
  Horseman, pass by!

E.J. Pratt: Newfoundland Poet Laureate

Erosion.

It took the sea a thousand years,
A thousand years to trace
The granite features of this cliff,
In crag and scarp and base.

It took the sea an hour one night,
An hour of storm to place
The sculpture of these granite seams
Upon a woman's face.

Shelley mates mortality and hubris

Ozymandias.

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing else remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away...".