Come to the orchard in Spring

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Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelly

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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,

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Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,        

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O, thou,              

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

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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

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Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill        

(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)      

With living hues and odours plain and hill:

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Wild Spirit, which art moving every where;         

Destroyer and preserver; hear, O, hear!

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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,

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Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread    

On the blue surface of thine airy surge,

Like the bright hair uplifted from the head

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Of some fierce Mænad, even from the dim verge           

Of the horizon to the zenith’s height      

The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge

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Of the dying year, to which this closing night      

Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,    

Vaulted with all thy congregated might

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Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere         

Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O, hear!

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III.          

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams             

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,               

Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

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Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ’s bay,          

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers              

Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,

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All overgrown with azure moss and flowers        

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou              

For whose path the Atlantic’s level powers

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Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below              

The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear            

The sapless foliage of the ocean, know

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Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,    

And tremble and despoil themselves: O, hear!

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IV.         

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

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The impulse of thy strength, only less free          

Than thou, O, uncontroulable! If even  

I were as in my boyhood, and could be

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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

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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!

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A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed             

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

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V.           

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:               

What if my leaves are falling like its own!             

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

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Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,       

Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce,

My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

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Drive my dead thoughts over the universe         

Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!     

And, by the incantation of this verse,

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Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth          

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!  

Be through my lips to unawakened earth

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The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind,     

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 

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A Great Wagon

A Great Wagon

When I see your face, the stones start spinning!

You appear; all studying wanders.

I lose my place.

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Water turns pearly.

Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.

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In your presence I don’t want what I thought

I wanted, those three little hanging lamps.

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Inside your face the ancient manuscripts

Seem like rusty mirrors.

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You breathe; new shapes appear,

and the music of a desire as widespread

as Spring begins to move

like a great wagon.

Drive slowly.

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Some of us walking alongside

are lame!

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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

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Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

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When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

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The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don’t go back to sleep.

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You must ask for what you really want.

Don’t go back to sleep.

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People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

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The door is round and open.

Don’t go back to sleep.

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I would love to kiss you.

The price of kissing is your life.

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Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,

What a bargain, let’s buy it.

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Daylight, full of small dancing particles

and the one great turning, our souls

are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.

Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

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They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?

They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.

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In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul

and you are that.

But we have ways within each other

that will never be said by anyone.

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Come to the orchard in Spring.

There is light and wine, and sweethearts

in the pomegranate flowers.

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If you do not come, these do not matter.

If you do come, these do not matter.

- Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

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