Poetry Series: Sumatra

The Poetry Series features absolutely top notch coffees which we introduce with one of our favorite poems.  The coffees in this series are ethically sourced from individual farms and co-ops and rotate regularly.  With each new coffee, we'll share a new poem.  Every coffee is selected for its impact in the cup, and every poem is selected for ... well, we invite you to ponder that over a solid cup of joe.   
 
Percy Shelley
Ozymandius
 
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.”