the first paragraph
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of life in autumn,
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
Like the singing of the elves flying away from the mage,
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
People infected with the plague have fallen leaves and scattered: oh, it's you,
Driving winged seeds,
On the bed in the dark winter, they lay there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Until spring, your blue sister came to the sleeping land,
Blow her loud horn,
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance,
Wild soul, you travel everywhere,
Destroyer and protector, listen, you listen!
the second part
Above your stream, there is a huge stream in the sky.
Clouds are like dead leaves on the ground,
Blown down by the west wind from the branches intertwined with the sky and the sea,
As messengers of rain and electricity, they fall,
On the surface of your ethereal blue waves,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky,
Reaching the sky, swaying everywhere,
Curly hair wants a storm for a dying year,
You sang Corona Herr, and on this dense night,
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
This is the condensation of your strength,
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black rain, hail and flames, oh, listen!
the third part
It's you, you awakened the blue Mediterranean,
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions,
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
That smell is so charming and intoxicating, oh, for you,
Let a road, the turbulent waves of the Atlantic Ocean,
Split yourself into two sides, deep in the bottom of the abyss,
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests,
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy.
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear.
Trembling and automatically contracting, oh, listen!
Section iv
If I were a fallen leaf floating with you,
If I were a floating cloud flying 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,
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager,
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
It doesn't seem like a dream, so why be so depressed.
I beg you to save me.
Oh, when I am a wave, a leaf and a cloud, please lift me up.
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding,
This life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years,
I used to be as proud, agile and unruly as you!
Section 5
Think of me as your harp, as that bush,
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter?
Your extraordinary harmony, generosity and enthusiasm,
Will be able to play a deep autumn rhyme with me from the forest,
Sweet and sad. Give me your quick energy,
Violent soul, turn into me, with your sharpness,
Please scatter my dusty thoughts to the universe,
Let it promote new life like dead leaves,
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just put my heart, like ashes and mars,
The unlit fire spread to the world,
Let the trumpet of prophecy sound from my mouth,
Wake up the sleeping earth, oh, west wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Extended data:
1, ode to the west wind is a poem by Shelley, an English romantic poet. The whole poem consists of five sections, which are always sung around the west wind as a symbol of revolutionary power.
2. The first section describes the strength and function of the west wind, and the second section describes the strength of the west wind with clouds, rain, hail and lightning. The third section writes that the west wind acts on waves; The fourth section is about the feelings brought by the west wind to the poet. The poet told Xifeng that he hoped to be carried away by the wind like a dead leaf. Although he is not as free as the unruly rain and wind, he can also share its fierce power.
In the last poem, the poet asked Xifeng to help him sweep away the old days, spread the poem in all directions and wake up the sleeping earth. The last two sentences "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" It is predicted that the spring of revolution will come soon, which brings encouragement and hope to people living in darkness and difficulties.
4. This poem expresses the poet's hatred of reactionary and decadent forces, his ardent hope and firm belief that the revolution will eventually win and a bright future, and profoundly reveals the objective law that new things will surely overcome old things. The whole poem is magnificent and has a strong revolutionary romanticism. Symbols and fables are used throughout, which have far-reaching implications.
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