풍랑 風浪 Wind And Waves 1992 종이 에 혼합 재료 Mixed Media on Paper 51 x 42 cm _ 20 x 16 1 / 2 in Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe ShelleyIO 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 : O thou , Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd 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 odours plain and hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ; Destroyer and Preserver ; hear , O hear ! IIThou 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 , 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 vapours , from whose solid atmosphere Black rain , and fire , and hail will burst : O hear ! IIIThou 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 towers Quivering within the wave ' 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 grey with fear , And tremble and despoil themselves : O hear ! IVIf 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 in my boyhood , and could be 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 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 like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . VMake me thy lyre , even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult 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 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 ? WARREN @ SPRECKS