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ONE SHOT SUMMARY IN NUTSHELL: hope it will help you !! 1st stanza: O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! SUMMARY- You, the unruly west wind, are the essence of the Fall. You are invisible, but you scatter the fallen leaves: they look like ghosts running away from a witch or wizard. The leaves are yellow and black, white and wild red. They look like crowds of sick people. You carry the seeds, as if you're their chariot, down to the earth where they'll sleep all winter. They lie there, cold and humble, like dead bodies in their graves, until your blue sister, the Spring wind, blows her trumpet and wakes up the earth. Then she brings out the buds. They are like flocks of sheep; they feed in the open air. And she fills the meadows and the hills with sweet smells and beautiful colors. Unruly west wind, moving everywhere: you are both an exterminator and a savior. Please listen to me! 2nd stanza: Thou on whose stream, mid the step sky’s commotion, Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine aery surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith’s height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulche, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! SUMMARY- In the high and whirling reaches of the sky, you send the clouds twirling: they look like dead leaves, shaken loose from the branches of the heavens and the sea. They are like angels, full of rain and lightning. Or they are scattered across the blue sky, like the blond hair of a wildly dancing girl who is a follower of Dionysus. The clouds stretch from the horizon to the top of the sky like the hair of the coming storm. West wind, you sad song of the end of the year. The night sky will be like the dome of a vast tomb, the clouds you gathered like archways running across it. And from the solid top of that tomb, dark rain, lightning, and hail will fall down. Listen to me! 3rd Stanza: Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave’s intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear! SUMMARY- You woke the Mediterranean from its summer dreams. That blue sea, which lay wrapped in its crystal-clear currents, was snoozing near an island made of volcanic rock in the Bay of Baiae, near Naples. In the waters of the bay you saw the ruins of old palaces and towers, now submerged in the water's thicker form of daylight. These ruins were overgrown with sea plants that looked like blue moss and flowers. They are so beautiful that I faint when I think of them. You-whose path turns the smooth surface of the Atlantic Ocean into tall waves, while deep below the surface sea-flowers and forests of seaweed, which have leaves with no sap, hear your voice and turn gray from fear, trembling, losing their flowers and leaves-listen to me, wind! 4th stanza: If I were a dead leaf thou mightiest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skyey speed Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, life me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. SUMMARY- If only I was a dead leaf, you might carry me. You might let me fly with you if I was a cloud. Or if I was a wave that you drive forward, I would share your strength-though I’d be less free than you, since no one can control you. If only I could be the way I was when I was a child, when I was your friend, wandering with you across the sky-then it didn’t seem crazy to imagine that I could be as fast as you are-then I wouldn’t have called out to you, prayed to you, in desperation. Please lift me up like a wave, a leaf, or a cloud! I am falling into life’s sharp thorns and bleeding! Time has put me in shackles and diminished my pride, though I was once as proud, fast, and unruly as you. 5th stanza: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? SUMMARY- Make me into your musical instrument, just as the forest is when you blow through it. So what if my leaves are falling like the forest’s leaves. The ruckus of your powerful music will bring a deep, autumn music out of both me and the forest. It will be beautiful even though it’s sad. Unruly soul, you should become my soul. You should become me, you unpredictable creature. Scatter my dead thoughts across the universe like fallen leaves to inspire something new and exciting. Let this poem be a prayer that scatters ashes and sparks-as though from a fire that someone forgot to put out-throughout the human race. Speak through me, and in that way, turn my words into a prediction of the future. O wind, if winter is on its way, isn’t Spring going to follow it soon?
I am following you since last one and half year and I really have to say that you teach us too easily. We can understand every single word you say. So thank you so much sir. ❤
Such a beautiful poem 😍🥺. I will be writing poems over poems, keep taking off dust over my skill and sharpen them every day 🥺 To write something like P. b Shelly's this ode. His line ➖ I fall upon the throns of life! I bleed. Wow what a idea of expressing the hardships of life. 😍
Sir you and your work is so special to us. Thank you We can't expressed it eveytime, but you have to feel it every time when u starts working ,tht your work is meaningful to you and for us. So you can never stop. Lots of respect for your work and every and each effot u do
Sir , I am a regular student of your classes. I really love your teaching style and I can easily understand your classes. But this vedio is not satisfying me . Because you can't explain that poem line by line . You can't read the poetry line by line, you just direct explain the Hindi meaning. So I can't understand the class very well. Your 'Ode to the Nightingale ' poetry is good, because you explain that poem to read the poem and then explain the Hindi meaning and you can devied that poem in 2 parts . Please don't mind but explain this poems to reading line by line and explain all the complicated words. It's a request sir .😊😊😊😊
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Please students and viewers....I kindly and humbly request to you all... before reading any poem please go through the background....its history,socio political views then you will understand the poem in better way ...fir tum logon ko sochna nhi padega ki "kya hi likha hai poet ne pagal hai poet kuchh bhi likh deta hai" aise nhi bologe aur your respect for our English poet will increase..... because when I was in your stage like in students phase I was also thinking the same ...kya kya likhte hain bhai...fir jab UGC Net ki taiyari kar rhi hun ta pata chal raha hai ki kya likha hai yaar maan na padega poet ne...and also I have good teachers in my graduation and post graduation who taught me really well.... please be humble to your studies.....have a best journey of ignorance to knowledge...best of luck
Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Bysshe Shelley: Explanation with Historical Background and Poet's Motive Historical Background: - Percy Bysshe Shelley was a Romantic poet, living in the early 19th century (1792-1822). The Romantic period emphasized intense emotion, the beauty of nature, and individualism. - Written in 1819, "Ode to the West Wind" reflects the tumultuous political atmosphere of the time, including the aftermath of the French Revolution and the repressive regimes in Europe. Poet's Motive: - Shelley sought to harness the power of the West Wind as a metaphor for change and revolution. - He wished for his poetry to inspire and spread his radical ideas, just as the wind spreads seeds. Full Text with Explanation Stanza 1: Text: O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! Explanation: - Invocation of the West Wind: Shelley addresses the wind as a powerful, almost magical force. - Destruction and Preservation: The wind drives away dead leaves (destruction) and carries seeds to their resting place (preservation), waiting for spring to bring them to life. Stanza 2: Text: Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou Dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! Explanation: - Storm and Chaos The wind's power stirs up clouds and storms, symbolizing chaos and transformation. - End of the Year: The wind serves as a funeral song for the dying year, encompassing both the end and the potential for new beginnings. Stanza 3: Text: Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! Explanation: - Mediterranean and Atlantic: The wind's influence extends to the seas, awakening and transforming the waters. - Imagery of Ruins: Shelley describes the submerged ruins, symbolizing the passing of time and the hidden potential for renewal. Stanza 4: Text: If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. **Explanation:** - **Personal Plea**: Shelley expresses a desire to be as free as the wind, to escape his troubles and regain his youthful vigor. - **Suffering and Aspiration**: He laments his suffering and appeals to the wind to lift him up and grant him the same power and freedom. #### Stanza 5: **Text:** Make me thy Lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? **Explanation:** - **Union with the Wind**: Shelley asks the wind to make him its instrument, to spread his thoughts and ideas across the world. - **Hope for Renewal**: He ends with a hopeful question, suggesting that the dark times (winter) will inevitably give way to renewal and rebirth (spring). ### Summary: Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" intertwines his personal longing for freedom and transformation with a broader call for political and social change. Through vivid imagery and emotional appeals, he conveys the wind's dual role as a destroyer and a preserver, hoping to inspire a new era of enlightenment and creativity.
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Can you please make a video on the poem " the deserted village" by Oliver Goldsmith. the explanation of this poem is nowhere to be found in the internet. please be my saviour as you always have been, would be eternally grateful to you .
Iska jawab yh he ki jab westwind chalti he to wo dry leaves ko apni powerful stream se uda kr le jati he or seeds ko soil se cover kr deti he taki next springs me sprout ho sake that's why we call it preserver
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ONE SHOT SUMMARY IN NUTSHELL: hope it will help you !!
1st stanza:
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
SUMMARY- You, the unruly west wind, are the essence of the Fall. You are invisible, but you scatter the fallen leaves: they look like ghosts running away from a witch or wizard. The leaves are yellow and black, white and wild red. They look like crowds of sick people. You carry the seeds, as if you're their chariot, down to the earth where they'll sleep all winter. They lie there, cold and humble, like dead bodies in their graves, until your blue sister, the Spring wind, blows her trumpet and wakes up the earth. Then she brings out the buds. They are like flocks of sheep; they feed in the open air. And she fills the meadows and the hills with sweet smells and beautiful colors. Unruly west wind, moving everywhere: you are both an exterminator and a savior. Please listen to me!
2nd stanza:
Thou on whose stream, mid the step sky’s commotion,
Loose clouds like earth’s decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine aery surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith’s height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulche,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!
SUMMARY- In the high and whirling reaches of the sky, you send the clouds twirling: they look like dead leaves, shaken loose from the branches of the heavens and the sea. They are like angels, full of rain and lightning. Or they are scattered across the blue sky, like the blond hair of a wildly dancing girl who is a follower of Dionysus. The clouds stretch from the horizon to the top of the sky like the hair of the coming storm. West wind, you sad song of the end of the year. The night sky will be like the dome of a vast tomb, the clouds you gathered like archways running across it. And from the solid top of that tomb, dark rain, lightning, and hail will fall down. Listen to me!
3rd Stanza:
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae’s bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
SUMMARY- You woke the Mediterranean from its summer dreams. That blue sea, which lay wrapped in its crystal-clear currents, was snoozing near an island made of volcanic rock in the Bay of Baiae, near Naples. In the waters of the bay you saw the ruins of old palaces and towers, now submerged in the water's thicker form of daylight. These ruins were overgrown with sea plants that looked like blue moss and flowers. They are so beautiful that I faint when I think of them. You-whose path turns the smooth surface of the Atlantic Ocean into tall waves, while deep below the surface sea-flowers and forests of seaweed, which have leaves with no sap, hear your voice and turn gray from fear, trembling, losing their flowers and leaves-listen to me, wind!
4th stanza:
If I were a dead leaf thou mightiest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skyey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, life me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
SUMMARY- If only I was a dead leaf, you might carry me. You might let me fly with you if I was a cloud. Or if I was a wave that you drive forward, I would share your strength-though I’d be less free than you, since no one can control you. If only I could be the way I was when I was a child, when I was your friend, wandering with you across the sky-then it didn’t seem crazy to imagine that I could be as fast as you are-then I wouldn’t have called out to you, prayed to you, in desperation. Please lift me up like a wave, a leaf, or a cloud! I am falling into life’s sharp thorns and bleeding! Time has put me in shackles and diminished my pride, though I was once as proud, fast, and unruly as you.
5th stanza:
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
SUMMARY- Make me into your musical instrument, just as the forest is when you blow through it. So what if my leaves are falling like the forest’s leaves. The ruckus of your powerful music will bring a deep, autumn music out of both me and the forest. It will be beautiful even though it’s sad. Unruly soul, you should become my soul. You should become me, you unpredictable creature. Scatter my dead thoughts across the universe like fallen leaves to inspire something new and exciting. Let this poem be a prayer that scatters ashes and sparks-as though from a fire that someone forgot to put out-throughout the human race. Speak through me, and in that way, turn my words into a prediction of the future. O wind, if winter is on its way, isn’t Spring going to follow it soon?
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What a poem by Shelley. Great poet. Shelley is my 2nd favourite poet. (1st is Tagore who wrote in my mother tongue)
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I am following you since last one and half year and I really have to say that you teach us too easily. We can understand every single word you say. So thank you so much sir. ❤
Such a beautiful poem 😍🥺.
I will be writing poems over poems, keep taking off dust over my skill and sharpen them every day 🥺
To write something like P. b Shelly's this ode.
His line ➖ I fall upon the throns of life! I bleed.
Wow what a idea of expressing the hardships of life. 😍
Mujhae to samjh nahi aa raha ki tum logo ko ye poem samjh kaisae aa jari hai ....mera aaj exam hai or mujhae yae poem bilkul v samjh nahi aa rahi
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A good attempt to give an idea of Shelley’s ODE to the West wind in Urdu.
Sir you and your work is so special to us.
Thank you
We can't expressed it eveytime, but you have to feel it every time when u starts working ,tht your work is meaningful to you and for us.
So you can never stop.
Lots of respect for your work and every and each effot u do
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Sir , I am a regular student of your classes. I really love your teaching style and I can easily understand your classes. But this vedio is not satisfying me . Because you can't explain that poem line by line . You can't read the poetry line by line, you just direct explain the Hindi meaning. So I can't understand the class very well. Your 'Ode to the Nightingale ' poetry is good, because you explain that poem to read the poem and then explain the Hindi meaning and you can devied that poem in 2 parts . Please don't mind but explain this poems to reading line by line and explain all the complicated words. It's a request sir .😊😊😊😊
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Your explanation is very helpful..Thanks from Bangladesh ❤
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Great explaination. Really helpful for student like us. I pay my due respect to you Kapil Sir. THANKS A BUNCH.
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Sir really helpful this video.I request sir can you a new video upload based on Chimney Sweeper by William Blake
Please students and viewers....I kindly and humbly request to you all... before reading any poem please go through the background....its history,socio political views then you will understand the poem in better way ...fir tum logon ko sochna nhi padega ki "kya hi likha hai poet ne pagal hai poet kuchh bhi likh deta hai" aise nhi bologe aur your respect for our English poet will increase..... because when I was in your stage like in students phase I was also thinking the same ...kya kya likhte hain bhai...fir jab UGC Net ki taiyari kar rhi hun ta pata chal raha hai ki kya likha hai yaar maan na padega poet ne...and also I have good teachers in my graduation and post graduation who taught me really well.... please be humble to your studies.....have a best journey of ignorance to knowledge...best of luck
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Sir,... Make a video of the poem"There is a pleasure in the pathless wood by George gordon byron" ......please।
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This verse is extracted from "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage", starting from canto 4
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Explanation on how all time is present in the West wind poem could have enriched your teaching.
Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Bysshe Shelley: Explanation with Historical Background and Poet's Motive
Historical Background:
- Percy Bysshe Shelley was a Romantic poet, living in the early 19th century (1792-1822). The Romantic period emphasized intense emotion, the beauty of nature, and individualism.
- Written in 1819, "Ode to the West Wind" reflects the tumultuous political atmosphere of the time, including the aftermath of the French Revolution and the repressive regimes in Europe.
Poet's Motive:
- Shelley sought to harness the power of the West Wind as a metaphor for change and revolution.
- He wished for his poetry to inspire and spread his radical ideas, just as the wind spreads seeds.
Full Text with Explanation
Stanza 1:
Text:
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
Explanation:
- Invocation of the West Wind: Shelley addresses the wind as a powerful, almost magical force.
- Destruction and Preservation: The wind drives away dead leaves (destruction) and carries seeds to their resting place (preservation), waiting for spring to bring them to life.
Stanza 2:
Text:
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou Dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!
Explanation:
- Storm and Chaos The wind's power stirs up clouds and storms, symbolizing chaos and transformation.
- End of the Year: The wind serves as a funeral song for the dying year, encompassing both the end and the potential for new beginnings.
Stanza 3:
Text:
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
Explanation:
- Mediterranean and Atlantic: The wind's influence extends to the seas, awakening and transforming the waters.
- Imagery of Ruins: Shelley describes the submerged ruins, symbolizing the passing of time and the hidden potential for renewal.
Stanza 4:
Text:
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
**Explanation:**
- **Personal Plea**: Shelley expresses a desire to be as free as the wind, to escape his troubles and regain his youthful vigor.
- **Suffering and Aspiration**: He laments his suffering and appeals to the wind to lift him up and grant him the same power and freedom.
#### Stanza 5:
**Text:**
Make me thy Lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
**Explanation:**
- **Union with the Wind**: Shelley asks the wind to make him its instrument, to spread his thoughts and ideas across the world.
- **Hope for Renewal**: He ends with a hopeful question, suggesting that the dark times (winter) will inevitably give way to renewal and rebirth (spring).
### Summary:
Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" intertwines his personal longing for freedom and transformation with a broader call for political and social change. Through vivid imagery and emotional appeals, he conveys the wind's dual role as a destroyer and a preserver, hoping to inspire a new era of enlightenment and creativity.
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Iska jawab yh he ki jab westwind chalti he to wo dry leaves ko apni powerful stream se uda kr le jati he or seeds ko soil se cover kr deti he taki next springs me sprout ho sake that's why we call it preserver
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