Ode to the West Wind
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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, it is everywhere;
Destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!
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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, 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,
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!
Intravenously injected
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.
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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 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, it accelerates regeneration!
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?
Writing background
Ode to the west wind (5)
Ode to the west wind, one of Shelley's three ode poems, was written in 18 19. [1] At that time, workers' movements and revolutionary movements were surging in Europe. In order to fight for their right to exist, the British working class is waging a heroic struggle against the bourgeoisie, with machine destruction and strikes one after another. 18 19 In August, 80,000 workers in Manchester held a massive demonstration, and the reactionary authorities sent troops to brutally suppress it, creating the famous Petrou Massacre in history. Shelley, full of grief and indignation, wrote a long poem "Masked Parade Tyranny" and made a solemn protest against the bloody atrocities of the bourgeois government. Since the collapse of Napoleon's monarchy and the restoration of Bourbon Dynasty in France, class contradictions have been extremely acute, and the broad masses of the people are brewing a revolutionary struggle against the feudal restoration forces. The disintegration of Napoleon's empire also greatly promoted.
Shelley manuscript
Spanish people's revolutionary movement against alien oppression and feudal autocracy, 18 19 65438+ October, finally the gunfire of armed uprising rang out. On the eve of the armed uprising, Heine presented an ode to the Spanish people and sounded the horn for the Spanish revolution. In Italy and Greece, the national liberation movement is in the ascendant. Shortly after the publication of Shelley's ode to the west wind, vigorous armed uprisings broke out in these two countries. Facing the revolutionary situation in Europe, Shelley was deeply encouraged and excited, and the poet's chest was boiling with fiery revolutionary passion. At this time, triggered by a stormy natural scene, this uncontrollable revolutionary passion immediately rushed out of the chest and poured into a passionate and generous singing. At this time, the poet was living in Italy and was at the peak of his creation. This poem can be said to be a confession of the poet's "proud, agile and unruly soul" and a portrayal of the spirit of the times. With his poetic talent and the help of natural elves, the poet makes his life correspond to the surging west wind, and sings the melody of life and the crazy dance of soul with magnificent chapters.