英语诗歌赏析：西风颂雪莱

Ode to the West wind

西风颂 雪莱

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 seemed 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 chained and bowed.

One too like thee:tameless,and swift ,and proud

Make me thy lyre,even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mightly harmonies

Will take from both a deep,autumnal tone,

Sweet though in sadness.Be thou,spixit 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 phophecy!O wind,

If winter comes ,can spring be far behind?

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