This weblog attempts to give explanation for some poems prescribed by schools in India. Inside this sepulchre is enclosed the West wind with all its might and filled with clouds that will bring forth rain, lightning and hail. Lines 29 to 36: The West Wind blowing in autumn wakes up the Mediterranean Sea from its summer time sleep. Lines 36 to 41: The West Wind splits the calm and the level Atlantic Ocean inflicting large chasms on its floor; it impacts the bottom of the ocean too.<br/><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 mild deceives by concealing her defects and her age. The unseen wind carries the lifeless leaves from the timber and spreads them on the ground. Traces 6 to 12: The West Wind carries the winged seeds like a chariot to the chilly winter floor the place they lie like (simile) lifeless bodies in the grave of the soil till the East Wind blows in spring. Lines thirteen, 14: The poet calls the West Wind that's transferring in every single place destroyer and preserver.<br/><br/>The East Wind is the West Wind's sister and is known as ?azure sister', as a result of it blows throughout spring when the sky is clear and deep blue in color. Strains 15 to 21: The West Wind brings along with it clouds which are messengers of lightning and rain. The clouds unfold Wind Scorpion wind turbine across the sky by the West Wind are in comparison with (simile) the uplifted hair of a female follower of Bacchus, the Greek god of wine and fertility. Lines 24 to 28: The poet calls the West Wind the funeral music of the yr coming to an end.<br/><br/>Traces 48 to fifty three: If the poet were as he was in his boyhood, full of power and life when he may have easily beaten the West Wind in velocity, he would not have requested the West Wind's assist. Strains 53 to 56: He asks the West wind to lift him like a wave, a leaf or a cloud so that he could be freed from the thorns (metaphor) or issues of life. Strains 57 to 61: The poet asks the West Wind to make him its lyre just like the forest and produce unhappy however sweet autumnal music.