The poem that inspires me-ODE TO THE WEST
November 17, 2009 § 15 Comments
There is always that one thing which changes our lives. One moment which changed my life, was when I started writing poetry. I still remember that day. We had a free period and it was after the short break. And suddenly something forced me to start writing. Ever since that day the way I look at myself and the way others have looked at me has changed.
Not that I never used to write before, I did, but it was about once or twice in a year. I have no clue who or where or what I will be if not for that one single moment. And the inspiration for to pick up the pen again, ODE TO THE WEST WIND.
Of all the poems(written by others) , this one is still something very special to me. It was a part of our English syllabus(our 9th and 10th grade English text books were one of the best I have ever had) . The last two stanzas- carpe diem!
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 the skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision, I would ne’er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
O, 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?
You can read the full poem here.
It still moves me. IF WINTER COMES, CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND?
You can read the full poem here.
No thanks. 😐
Ahem! I’m not that good in poems, so no comments.
Have written one, but, can that be called a poem? LOL
Hey this one is in my English text book n is really interesting & has a good message:)
This indeed is a beautiful poem!! I havent read a good one in a long time!! Thanks for sharing really!!
Poetry is a great way to express your innermost thoughts. It’s better than writing prose for this I think.
This one is a lovely poem .. nice message 🙂
So, thatz hw u started writing poems 😀
Is this the one that inspired you? It must be a good one then, and it does have a deep meaning.
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This poem and Wordsworth’s Imtimations ode were the first 19th centrury poetry I ever encountered – I was eighteen and a freshman in college.
I was “blown away” too. Ended up majoring in English and taking everything I could 19th c. Brit lit.
I’ve never read anything that comes close to Ode to the West Wind for evoking the immensity of what you can feel on a bracing windy day.
@aneesh: ha, where is it?
@ananya: yup 🙂
@Nita: ya 🙂
@Raj: ya it is good 🙂
@Paul: Yes, the 19th century poets are really good…literature as a course, well the teachers might flunk me 😛
I am scratching my mind to remember if I’ve read this poem in my 9th or 10th…… 🙂
Enjoyed the rains, waiting for winter and the upcoming spring……lovely…. 🙂
If spring comes, can winter be far away??? – The poem implies this too, think about it!
Had in in my second semester UG. Was taught be a veteran of the subject and loved it. The last few lines particularly say so much without being pontifical or ever aspiring to say so much.
The line “I fall upon the thorns of life (and…) bleed” is a personal favourite too. 🙂