EXTRACTS FROM TWO ODES
Great poetry, even when written in simple
language, haunts our mind day after day. It becomes a thing of beauty about
which John Keats (1795-1821) said is a joy forever.
The first extract which is given
below is from Ode to the West Wind written
by P.B., Shelley (1792-1822):
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?
The
second extract comprising a few stanzas is also from P. B. Shelley’s Ode to the
Skylark.
According
to a literary critic: Between the “West Wind’ and the ‘Skylark’ the choice for
the first place is hard. Each has its points. If the former has greater
strength, the latter has greater delicacy and grace.
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love-laden
(Soul in secret hour)
With music sweet as love which
overflows her bower.
-----
Teach us, spirit or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine;
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture
so divine.
----
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not,
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught,
Our sweetest songs are those that
tell of saddest thought.
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G.R.Kanwal
26 November 2025.
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