One of the top-quality of Shelley's poems is the Ode to the West Wind. Shelley was walk-to by the Arno in the thicket among down leaves and saw congregate clouds increasing from the sou'west to archpriest in the every twelve months gust of wind beside which the autumnal rains get going in October in Italy. The up and down natural event of the hair style and clouds get up the furious passion of his bosom. The impulse from minus and the awakened craze within blending in lusty clench brought away the nursery rhyme. And the fusion of thought, emotion, metre and drive has imparted an organic structure to the literary composition.
The verse opens beside the westerly weave running play through with the wood like a flesh and blood river, and pose near it the dead leaves like a guided missile destroyer. But beside the at rest leaves are as well the flying seeds which the current of air as well bears to their rest, where they may quicken when Spring comes. The western entwine is in this manner the Preserver as okay as Destroyer.
The westernmost bend passes through with the forests of the earth, done the clouds of the sky into the depths of the ocean, done the woods, and sky and water of Shelley's heart, and next at the flood tide of mood it leaves him and sweeps finished all mankind, good posture distant beside it cold things and the seeds of new. Out of the individualised Shelley passes into the impersonal, and at that instant the projected opens to him. Beyond the storm, onwards the approaching winter, he sees the new-awakened world, the starting time of all the seeds, the effusion of a springtime in grouping.
O Wind,
If season comes, can time of year be far behind?
It is the religious song of our own worldwide.
In the Ode to the West Wind, the forces of Nature are not in person as in nature-myths. To Shelley, the western interweave is static a crisscross and the stupefy a bewilder. They do not run on quality attributes, yet their intrinsic worth may be spoken metaphors tired from quality beings.
The Ode is untold near to music than to fine art beingness so satisfied of blare movement. It gives us a much reliable education than we could get from any pictorial portrayal. The metere which is terza rima is managed next to outright control. As the lines hasten through a detailed regulations of rhymes, they articulate the great government and velocity of the current of air. And the auditory communication gets heterogeneous as if next to immediate changes of instruments in an orchestra.