In this ode, Shelley is willing to use the power of the west wind to wash away the gloom in his heart, stimulate his inspiration, spread his poem title to all directions, and wake up sleepy people. For many years, the influence of this poem has transcended literature and national boundaries and has been regarded as an ode to freedom and revolution by generations of revolutionaries. As the destroyer and protector, the west wind is undoubtedly an excellent symbol of the revolution that destroys the old world and creates a new world. The invincible and unstoppable west wind has become the embodiment of the revolutionary spirit, especially at the end of the poem, "Wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Has always been the slogan of optimists.
I hope it helps you ~
Ode to the West Wind
Percy bysshe shelley (1792- 1822)
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Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You, from your invisible existence, the leaves die.
Driven, like a ghost running away from a magician,
4 yellow, black, pale, excited red,
People with epidemic plague: Oh, you,
Who rides in their dark winter bed?
7 winged seeds, they lie cold and low,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
Her horn sounded on the dreamy land, full of.
1 1 (driving sweet buds to feed in the air like sheep)
12 plains and hills with vivid colors and smells:
13 wild spirit, which art is everywhere;
14 destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
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15 Whose stream are you on, amid the turmoil in the steep sky,
16 loose clouds like rotten leaves on the earth are falling off.
17 Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
18 rain angel and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue sea,
Like bright hair raised from the head.
2 1 Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge.
The height from the horizon of 22 to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
24-year-old dying year, this closing night
25 will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength
27% steam, solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
Roman numeral 3
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
3 1 hypnotized by the coil of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the stormy day,
All of them are covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
36 is so sweet that it blurs the feeling of imagining them! you
Whose roads are powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
38 split into cracks, and the bottom is far away.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away
There are no sap leaves in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, suddenly pale with fear,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
Intravenously injected
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you;
A wave breathes under your strength, share it.
The impulse of your strength is only less freedom.
47 is more than you, oh, uncontrollable! If even
I was in my youth, maybe.
49 your partner roaming in heaven,
So, when did you overtake your speed?
5 1 scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.
In this way, I pray with you in my desperate need.
Oh, lift me up like a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The heavy chain of time has been bent.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.
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Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
The noise of your powerful harmony
From the deep autumn colors,
6 1 Although sad, it is sweet. You are a fierce soul,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth!
65, through the spell of this poem,
Scattered, such as a fireplace that never goes out.
Ashes and sparks, my words on earth!
Through my lips, I reach the awakening land.
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?