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 thou
Who chariltest 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 presserver; hear, oh, hear!
2
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shedd,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
angels of rain and lightning:there are spread
On the blue surface of thine airy 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 vapoursr, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire , and hail will burst h, hear!
3
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 fowers
Quivering within the eave'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 esepoil themselvesh, hear!
4
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 im my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderigs over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem'd 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 lke thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leavers are falling like its own!
The tmult 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 witheered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And , by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, is 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? 壹
哦，狂暴的西風，秋之生命的呼吸！
妳無形，但枯死的落葉被妳橫掃，
有如鬼魅碰到了巫師，紛紛逃避：
黃的，黑的，灰的，紅得像患肺癆，
呵，重染疫癘的壹群：西風呵，是妳
以車駕把有冀的種子摧送到
黑暗的冬床上，它們就躺在那裏，
像是墓中的死穴，冰冷，深藏，低賤，
直等到春天，妳碧空的姊妹吹起
她的喇叭，在沈睡的大地上響遍，
（喚出嫩芽，像羊群壹樣，覓食空中）
將色和香充滿了山峰和平原。
不羈的精靈呵，妳無處不遠行；
破壞者兼保護者：聽吧，妳且聆聽！
二
沒入妳的急流，當高空壹片混亂，
流雲象大地的枯葉壹樣被撕扯
脫離天空和海洋的糾纏的枝幹。
成為雨和電的使者：它們飄落
在妳的磅礴之氣的蔚藍的波面，
有如狂女的飄揚的頭發在閃爍，
從天穹的最遙遠而模糊的邊沿
直抵九霄的中天，到處都在搖曳
欲來雷雨的卷發，對瀕死的壹年
妳唱出了葬歌，而這密集的黑夜
將成為它廣大墓陵的壹座圓頂，
裏面正有妳的萬鈞之力的凝結；
那是妳的渾然之氣，從它會迸湧
黑色的雨，冰雹和火焰：哦，妳聽！
三
是妳，妳將藍色的地中海喚醒，
而它曾經昏睡了壹整個夏天，
被澄澈水流的回旋催眠入夢，
就在巴亞海灣的壹個浮石島邊，
它夢見了古老的宮殿和樓閣
在水天輝映的波影裏抖顫，
而且都生滿青苔、開滿花朵，
那芬芳真迷人欲醉！呵，為了給妳
讓壹條路，大西洋的洶湧的浪波
把自己向兩邊劈開，而深在淵底
那海洋中的花草和泥汙的森林
雖然枝葉扶疏，卻沒有精力；
聽到妳的聲音，它們已嚇得發青：
壹邊顫栗，壹邊自動萎縮：哦，妳聽！
四
哎，假如我是壹片枯葉被妳浮起，
假如我是能和妳飛跑的雲霧，
是壹個波浪，和妳的威力同喘息，
假如我分有妳的脈搏，僅僅不如
妳那麽自由，哦，無法約束的生命！
假如我能像在少年時，淩風而舞
便成了妳的伴侶，悠遊天空
（因為呵，那時候，要想追妳上雲霄，
似乎並非夢幻），我就不致像如今
這樣焦躁地要和妳爭相祈禱。
哦，舉起我吧，當我是水波、樹葉、浮雲！
我跌在生活底荊棘上，我流血了！
這被歲月的重軛所制服的生命
原是和妳壹樣：驕傲、輕捷而不馴。
五
把我當作妳的豎琴吧，有如樹林：
盡管我的葉落了，那有什麽關系！
妳巨大的合奏所振起的音樂
將染有樹林和我的深邃的秋意：
雖憂傷而甜蜜。呵，但願妳給予我
狂暴的精神！奮勇者呵，讓我們合壹！
請把我枯死的思想向世界吹落，
讓它像枯葉壹樣促成新的生命！
哦，請聽從這壹篇符咒似的詩歌，
就把我的話語，像是灰燼和火星
從還未熄滅的爐火向人間播散！
讓預言的喇叭通過我的嘴唇
把昏睡的大地喚醒吧！要是冬天
已經來了，西風呵，春日怎能遙遠？轉