Contributor:

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Issue:

Nov 2003

Chak charabo? / Bhaat khala?

I met a traveler 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

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