Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Ode To The West Wind - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley


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 odors plain and hill:

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!


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 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 sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might

Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!


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!


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 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?

Form: Terza Rima

Comments about Ode To The West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Veteran Poet - 1,338 Points Panmelys Panmelys (8/22/2015 8:30:00 AM)

    Yes, indeed a great poem by a great poet, though somehow Shelley makes me infinitely sad at times, as if he never found what he longed for, was it that wildness of the West Wind I wonder? This poem is deep, moving, and full of romanesque nostalia, and yes, the rhyme scheme is as Dante, so challenging, and invites poets to get out their pens and work, even if we never quite arrive to produce this ease and simplicity in which Shelly, and chiefly Dante, (my favorite of favorites) , wrote. Panmelys (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (9/10/2014 11:32:00 AM)

    Percy Bysshe Shelley is the composer of the most lyrical and beautiful verse in the English language and 'Ode to the West Wind' is a prime example of that. Here he handles the extremely difficult terza rima rhyme scheme of Dante Alighieri with effortless ease. He is the greatest of the Romantics and, arguably, also the greatest ever. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 33,231 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (6/23/2014 12:30:00 AM)

    It is a very beautiful poem from the great poet and likes to read repeatedly. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Danjosh Zeus (4/3/2012 9:35:00 PM)

    WHOOAA! NICE POEM! it is a prime example of the poet's passionate language and symbolic imagery, the ode invokes the spirit of the west wind, DESTROYER AND PRESERVER, the spark of creative vitality..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shazia Karim (7/15/2009 2:39:00 PM)

    I love this poem. I feel forceful like the West wind.I am so intoxicated by its expressions that whenever i read this poem. I want to remain in the trance.I feel if I am young again and expect alot from myself.This poem touches my soul and it increases my energy level.Inshort i wish if this 'wild spirit' could remain forever in me so that I would be able to give meaning to my life. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Pijush Purkait (5/24/2009 12:27:00 AM)

    PLEASE SEND ME. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kentucky Refugee (7/12/2008 11:59:00 AM)

    'Ode to the West Wind' is poem that my mother read to me from grade school. I always imagined a great wind blowing away the old dead leaves and shadowy clouds and ushering in winter, meanwhile releasing the seeds of hope that are spring. As an adult rereading this poem, I love how Shelly equates the West Wind to a 'wild Spirit' which destroys the dead and preserves the seeds of a new life. In stanza 4 he expresses the wish to be as free as the leaf, cloud, or wave which can freely respond to the wild impulse of the wind. Stanza 5
    paraphrases 'let my spirit be opened to the wild free Spirit! 'I think Shelly wishes to open to the powerful true life. Let the wild spirit live in me and set the world on fire! ...Yes! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ruben Lopez (2/29/2008 10:59:00 PM)

    Maenad are wild, insane women who could not be reasoned with. They indulged in copious amounts of violence, bloodletting, sexual activity, self-intoxication, and mutilation. They were usually pictured as crowned with vine leaves, clothed in fawnskins and carrying the thyrsus, and dancing with wild abandon. The Maenads are the most significant members of the Thiasus, the retinue of Dionysus.

    this is a literary divice known as an allusion (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Junzhe Zou (8/8/2005 2:01:00 AM)

    I think, that in this poem, the poet is trying to expresse his hope for tommorrow by the seasons and the coming of spring. Because in the last verse, he says: 'O Wind,
    If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? '

    and also, what is Maenad?

    and comments welcome. (Report) Reply

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