Winter is here, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley said.
From "Ode to the West Wind"
Original text:
Think of me as your harp, as the bush:
Although My leaves have fallen, so what does it matter!
Your extraordinary and harmonious generosity and passion
will surely play the deep autumn rhyme from the forest with me,
sweet but desolate. Give me your swift energy, raging elf! Become me and lend me your edge!
Please scatter my dusty thoughts in the universe
Let it promote new life like a dead leaf!
Oh, please listen to this spell-like poem,
Let my heart's voice be like ashes and sparks
From an unquenched furnace Fire spreads to the world!
Let the trumpet of prophecy pass through my mouth
Awaken the sleepy earth! Oh, west wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Extended information
1. Creation background:
According to Shelley's own note: "This poem was conceived in a forest on the banks of the Arno River near Florence. , the main part was also written there. That day, the warm and exciting wind that was pregnant with a storm gathered the clouds that often poured down.
As expected, it rained. Starting from sunset, there was a violent storm carrying hail, accompanied by the majestic lightning and thunder unique to the southern Alps. "This majestic movement of nature that cleanses the earth and shocks the world triggered the poet's inspiration.
As a result, the storms of nature and the human world arose together in his writing, pouring into passionate and generous songs, and his most famous lyrical poem "Ode to the West Wind" was born.
2. Comments:
1. I really can’t read it because it is too strong and great. His little poems are very light, very subtle, very sincere, and very beautiful. When I read them, my heart really trembles, just like looking at a piece of pure crystal, which is really spiritual from inside to outside. ——Xu Zhimo, "After Reading Shelley's Poems"
2. "Among his most distinctive works, their exquisiteness surpasses Shakespeare's; no poet can compare with him, no one can compare with him." Poets can surpass him. The short poems he wrote in 1821 and 1822 may be boldly said to be the most beautiful masterpieces of English literature.
"——Brandes "Mainstreams of Nineteenth-Century Literature"
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