Despite Shelly's version supposedly having more appeal, I'm more fond of Smith's poem.

( Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelly )

( When night's black mantle could most darkness prove by Mary Wroth )

Here is another collection of poems, one for each day.

( Untitled by Huexotzin, Prince of Texcoco, c. 1484 (translated) )

Parochialism aside, I find that the discovery of April as Poetry Month in the US is eerily relevant - I have found two poems over the last two days that I have quite liked, from very different areas. I was following Poetry Month unknowingly ( Read more... )

Rain, glorious rain! We finally have some more here in Melbourne. To celebrate this auspicious (and probably short term) event, here is a small offering of original poetry that leapt into my head this morning ( Read more... )