This blog attempts to give reason for some poems prescribed by colleges in India. Within this sepulchre is enclosed the West wind with all its would possibly and filled with clouds that may bring forth rain, lightning and hail. Strains 29 to 36: The West Wind blowing in autumn wakes up the Mediterranean Sea from its summer season sleep. Traces 36 to forty one: The West Wind splits the calm and the extent Atlantic Ocean causing huge chasms on its floor; it impacts the bottom of the ocean too.
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<br/>Strains 12 to 14: Dissatisfied with what she sees, she turns to the moonlight and the candles for comfort whom the mirror calls ‘liars' as their dim gentle deceives by concealing her defects and her age. The unseen wind carries the lifeless leaves from the trees and spreads them on the ground. Traces 6 to 12: The West Wind carries the winged seeds like a chariot to the chilly winter ground the place they lie like (simile) lifeless bodies within the grave of the soil until the East Wind blows in spring. Strains 13, 14: The poet calls the West Wind that is shifting in every single place destroyer and preserver.<img class='alignleft' style='float:left;margin-right:10px;' src='http://img0030.psstatic.com/131521271_injusa-6-volt-repsol-wind-motorcycle---injusa---toys-r-.jpg' width='254' />
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<br/>The East Wind is the West Wind's sister and known as ‘azure sister', because it blows throughout spring when the sky is clear and deep blue in colour. Traces 15 to 21: The West Wind brings along with it clouds that are messengers of lightning and rain. The clouds unfold <a href="http://kk.org/cooltools/wind-scorpion-wind-turbine/">Wind Scorpion</a> across the sky by the West Wind are in comparison with (simile) the uplifted hair of a feminine follower of Bacchus, the Greek god of wine and fertility. Strains 24 to 28: The poet calls the West Wind the funeral track of the 12 months coming to an end.
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<br/>Strains 48 to fifty three: If the poet have been as he was in his boyhood, stuffed with energy and life when he might have easily overwhelmed the West Wind in speed, he wouldn't have asked the West Wind's help. Lines 53 to fifty six: He asks the West wind to lift him like a wave, a leaf or a cloud in order that he may very well be freed from the thorns (metaphor) or issues of life. Traces fifty seven to 61: The poet asks the West Wind to make him its lyre just like the forest and produce sad but candy autumnal music.<img class='alignleft' style='float:left;margin-right:10px;' src='http://enr.construction.com/images2/2011/01/0119-56c.jpg' width='253' />
