"Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (read by Michael Sheen)

"Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I
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!
II
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 aëry 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!
III
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!
IV
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.
V
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?
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[@somoshreepalit1662]

Felt like this was Shelley himself invoking the West Wind. 💛

[@jonjones820]

I'm pretty sure PB was up in the wind with me for a moment. Damn that's good stuff.
Sheen is the man, my go-to reader

[@Cristina.V.58]

Great Mr Michael Sheen! Tank you so much!❤️

[@srikantadey751]

Wonderful !!!

[@jilldwilliams9208]

Thank you; outstanding !!!

[@craigmoir8655]

Loved it. It reminds me or why I devourer English literature at school and is so loved to this day ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[@awahid2751]

Love from India

[@victoriamartinez8288]

Next David tennant

[@irenemarks9661]

Beautiful reading of one of the best poem's wirtten

[@berrie-nice-to-meet-you]

Watching and feeling a storm blow in from the west. The energy in the air is electric, I am absolutely in awe. This poem the first thing that I thought of, and am I'm listening to the thunder I can't think of anything that better encapsulates it

[@angstriddenyouth]

Normally like Michael Sheen, but he’s a bit OTT in this one. Sometimes less is more.

[@RagingHamster8330]

Bysshe please!

[@tshkrel]

Perfect interpretation

[@HundreadD]

Tony Blair could never

[@laurenceblank2260]

Extraordinaire

[@tarekmohamed3263]

Underrated.

[@zehra0909]

This is picture of mr nuttle from the short story the open window🙃

[@katherinechristen2915]

Spoken too fast

[@Sandra-hc4vo]

This is simply amazing!

[@boxfox2945]

Not loud enough, but nice reading.. Very shakes-phereian' 🍂🍁

[@ElliotBrownJingles]

Bang on!

[@TraderX16]

Well read :-)

[@vimalashibu3]

❤ loved it.

[@duongong6310]

3:25

[@horacioh1]

Thank you

[@Vates104]

Great poem; irritating reading interpretation

[@aradieya]

what's irritating about it? like i genuinely want to know this isnt some attempt at starting an argument