Welcome back to The Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network.

I'm David Kern.

Today's episode brings us to the end of our week-long journey through Percy Shelley's Ode to the West Wind.

Shelley, as I've mentioned already this week, well, four times already, I suppose, was an English romantic poet who lived from 1792 to 1822.

This is one of his most famous poems.

And because it's divided into five parts, each of which has 14 lines and is the form of a sonnet,

I wanted to kind of separate them out and spend the whole week on it.

And today we are on to part five. Hopefully, Shelley will bring everything together for us.

So here it is. Here is part five of Ode to the West Wind.

Make me thy liar, even as the forest is. What if my leaves are falling like its own?

The tumults 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 unexinguished hearth, ashes, and sparks my words among mankind.

Be through my lips to on awakened earth the trumpet of a prophecy.

O wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind.

As I was reading, I realized I probably should mention that the fourth line is

Lyre, L-Y-R-E, not L-I-A-R.

But what do you think?

Does this fifth stanza bring together everything that the first four stanzas suggests or offers?

I was reading one person talking about this poem, somewhere online, I really wish I could remember

where it was, who mentions that, um, that opening

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