Ode to the west wind is Shelley? Sanchong? One of the poems was written in 18 19. Was this poem written by a poet? A proud, agile and unruly soul? Repentance is a portrayal of the spirit of the times. The whole poem is divided into five sections, and the rhymes of each section are: aba, bcb, cdc, ded and ee. Here, the west wind has become a symbol, which is an ubiquitous cosmic spirit, a west wind spirit that breaks the old world and pursues a new world. The poet used the west wind as a metaphor to express his belief in life and his determination to declare war on the old world.
Ode to the West Wind
Ode to the West Wind
I. Section I
Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,
You can't see your existence, and the leaves die.
Being driven, like escaping from the ghost of a wizard,
Yellow, black, pale, excited red,
Plague-ridden crowd: Oh, you,
Who is riding in their dark and cold bed?
Winged seeds, they lie in cold and low places,
Every one is like a corpse in a grave until
Your blue sister will bloom in spring.
Her horn resounded through the land of dreams, full of
(Drive sweet buds like sheep foraging in the air)
Living colors and smells plains and hills:
Wild spirit, flowing everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
Ah, the wild west wind, you blow the autumn wind fiercely,
Sweep the leaves without showing your face,
Like a mage driving away ghosts,
Drive away the yellow, green, red, black and purple people,
Those monsters infected with the plague?
Oh, you let the seeds fly with wings,
Deeply immersed in the cold soil,
Like a corpse lying in a grave, but once
Your blue Dongfeng sister is back,
Blow the silver horn for the sleeping earth,
Drive the buds to drink the atmosphere,
It blows out gentle colors everywhere and exudes fragrance everywhere.
Wild elves! You blow all over the earth,
Destroyer, protector, listen? Listen to my song!
Two. Second section
In the turmoil of the steep sky,
Loose clouds like the rotten leaves of the earth are falling off,
Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,
Angels of rain and lightning: there is spread
On your surging blue water,
Like bright hair raised from the head
Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge
The height from the horizon to the zenith,
The lock of the coming storm. You elegy
In this year that is about to pass, in this night that is about to end.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
Hold up with all your gathered strength.
Steam, from the solid atmosphere
Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!
You stir the sky and fly everywhere.
Such as fallen leaves; You shook the sky and the sea,
They are not allowed to tangle into a pile like old trees;
You drove the rain and electricity away,
I saw you flying in the blue sky.
Suddenly, there are thousands of blondes,
A priestess like Dionysus flew into a rage.
Cold covered her long hair along while:
Announce that a storm is coming.
You sang an elegy to bid farewell to the old days.
The sky tonight is like a circular grave.
Covered with turbid clouds,
But can't stop the breakthrough of electric fire and hail,
There is even more black rain pouring down! Oh, listen to my song!
Three. third segment
You wake up from a summer dream.
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Hypnotized by the coils of his crystal stream,
Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,
See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.
Trembling in the rough day,
All covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.
Such a sweet, vague feeling depicts them! you
Whose road is powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?
Split yourself into an abyss, and below.
Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away.
Leaves without juice in the ocean, you know?
Your voice, the fear of suddenly turning gray,
Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!
You disturbed the summer dream in the Mediterranean,
It's still lying in clear water,
Listening to the lullaby of the waves makes me sleepy.
In the dim light, it saw the stone island outside Nanguo Port.
Ancient palaces and terraces under the scorching sun
Throw your shadow into the sea,
Their walls are covered with flowers and moss,
That smell is intoxicating just to think about it!
Your arrival shocked the Atlantic Ocean.
It is busy dividing the sea in two and clearing the way for you.
Under the sea, there are Qiongzhi Yushu sleeping peacefully.
Despite the deep diving, when I heard your howl,
As soon as I heard the sound, I changed color and only saw one by one.
Tremble, cringe? Oh, listen to my song!
Fourth quarter
If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;
If I were a cloud, I would fly with you;
The waves breathe under your power, share.
The impulse of your strength, less freedom
Than you, oh, out of control! If even
I was in my teens, maybe.
Your partner roaming in heaven,
So, when do you exceed your taxiing speed?
Scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.
It's like praying with you when I need it most
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!
The heavy weight of time has chains and bows.
A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.
If I were a fallen leaf, floating with you,
If I could be a cloud and fly with you,
Or a wave that rolls under your power,
If I could have your keenness and drive,
Even if it's not as free as you are,
But as long as I can get my childlike innocence back,
I can travel in the sky with you,
Chasing you at that time was not necessarily a dream.
How can you be so depressed,
Please save me!
Oh, take me away, like fallen leaves, waves and flowing clouds!
I fell on the thorn tree of life, covered in blood!
Years are as heavy as chains, oppressing the soul.
I used to like you, arrogant, elegant and unruly.
V. Section 5
Let me be your harp, just like the forest;
What if my leaf falls like its own!
The noise of your powerful harmony
From a deep, autumn tone,
Sweetness in sadness. You are a fierce soul,
My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!
Drive my dead thoughts into the universe
Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth!
According to the spell in this section,
Scattered, as a fireplace that never goes out.
Ashes and sparks, my words in mankind!
Through my lips, to wake up the earth
The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Let me be your harp, like the forest,
Even if we all have fallen leaves, what's the harm
The autumn spots on our bodies are rotten,
In order to add a deep echo to your crazy song,
Sweet and sad. Give me your quick energy!
Heroic spirit, turn into me, borrow your edge,
Sweep my decadent thoughts from the universe,
Sweep away dead leaves and stimulate new life;
With my incantation rhythm,
Like blowing sparks from an eternal furnace,
Spread my words in the crowd!
Take my mouth as a horn to the sleeping earth,
Blow the prophecy! Ah, the west wind,
If winter has arrived, is it necessary to wait for spring?
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