Chapter 23 Ode to the West Wind---translated by Huang Gaoxin

Ode to the West Wind 1 Wild autumn wind, your autumn spirit! Didn't see you appear, the dead leaves have been swept away, Like hordes of ghosts running away from the mage— They are either withered and yellowed, or pale and flushed, What a plague-stricken country; you, You carried swift-flying seeds for the winter, Let them sleep frozen in the dark underground, Like corpses resting in their graves, until your blue spring sister Blow the horn to the dreaming earth, Let the flock-like buds drink the air, Let the mountains and fields be full of color and fragrance. Wild elf, you're walking around,

It not only destroys the decayed but also protects.Oh listen! 2 You, cloud that is the messenger of rain and lightning, It is on your torrent that shakes the sky The lightning was washed away like dead leaves falling from a tree, Also descends from the intertwined branches of sky and sea: Like a violent Dionysian priestess lift her silver hair from the dark horizon Straight to the middle of the sky, only similar hair strands can be seen Riding on your turbulent blue surface, Announcing the approach of the storm.dying, You are its dirge, and the closing night It is the mausoleum of the tomb that touches the sky above—

Containing all the power of water vapor you gathered, And black rain, electric fire and hail will also be from It burst down from the thick cloud.Oh listen! 3 You, by the pumice island in Baya Bay② The Mediterranean lies listening to the tumult of its blue waves, Gradually driven into its summer dreams, Sleepy eyes only see under the strong wave light, Trembling ancient palaces and castles— The walls are full of young moss and wild flowers, Just thinking about the fragrance will make my heart drunk! You wake it up again.To make way for you, The flat Atlantic is riven with deep grooves,

And in its depths, those flowering trees at the bottom of the water, Muddy dense forest without tree sap in the leaves and instantly recognize your call, Immediately start to shrink from fright, ③ Even the colors are getting darker.Oh listen! 4 If I were a dead leaf lifted up by you; If I were a cloud flying with you; If I the waves pant under your power, Share your powerful urge, that freedom, oh! Second only to the unruly you; if I still In my childhood, still able to do Your faithful companion when traveling in the sky—— Because at that time, it may not be possible to run faster than you

Is a dream; then I would not be so hard, There is no need to beg you like this.please lift me up Oh, as if I were a dead leaf, or a cloud, or a wave! I, fell on the thorns of life, dripping blood! I, too much like you: stubborn, quick and proud, But the burden of the years chains and weighs me down. 5 Let me be your lyre like a forest, Nabo my leaves fall like forest leaves! These two beautiful and sad deep autumn sounds Your whistling mighty symphony will encompass. I wish I had your staunch spirit too! I hope that you who are always going forward are me! Please sweep my dead thoughts out of the universe,

It's like you sweep away fallen leaves to revive newborns! And with the mantra of my poem Spread my words throughout the world, Like sparks blown from an unquenched furnace! May you blow loudly through my mouth Awaken the trumpet of prophecy in this world!wind Since winter is coming, can spring be far behind? Translated by Huang Gaoxin ①The poem was conceived at a place on the banks of the Arno near Florence. In the woods, and basically written there.That day the wind rose suddenly, It is warm and refreshing, and has collected all the steam that will pour down as autumn rain.

As I expected, at sunset, the storm started, and First there is hail, accompanied by the unique to the south of the Alps The mighty thunder and lightning. ——Author's original note Also: This poem is composed of five sonnets, but these fourteen lines The stanzas and rhymes of line poetry are governed by an Italian term called tercarima. Poetic influence. ② Baya Bay was named after Baya City, a hot spring resort in ancient Rome. Named for what is now the Bay of Pozzuoli (northwest of the Bay of Naples). Pumice is a type of volcanic rock, because the area around Naples is full of fire

mountains. ③According to Shelley's original note, "This phenomenon is familiar to naturalists. Known.Like plants on land, plants under rivers and oceans has the same response for a seasonal change of , thus declaring the change The wind also has an effect on it.