Shelley in his "Ode to the West Wind" equates his poetry
with the West Wind. As the wind is a transforming power in nature, so can his poetry be
a transforming power intellectually and poetically.
The
wind ushers in and creates the seasons, the West Wind in autumn, and its sister in the
spring (part I). The winds bring new weather and
climate.
In Part V, Shelley pleads with the West Wind to
let him do the same, figuratively, with his poetry:
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is
[whistling is created as the wind passes through the
forest]:
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 thought 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...
Shelley's vision is
that his poetry will transform art, poetry, life, as the West Wind transforms
nature.
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