“Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.”
-“To a Skylark”
I’m sharing another poetry book today, as I received so many for my birthday, and I’m still on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at the moment. I really developed an appreciation for Shelley in university, especially after having to memorize “To a Skylark” to recite and analyze as part of an assignment. As much as I love Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and think she was a wonderful author, I find that often now people think of Shelley as her husband without necessarily being familiar with his work. This in itself is interesting, considering women at the time were often associated with their husbands, not vice versa.
However, as much as there was certainly a lot of scandal surrounding Shelley, there is a beautiful depth in his work. I chose “To a Skylark” primarily because he took something as simple as a bird and transforms it into something spiritual and almost ethereal – something that is literally a piece of art. I would definitely consider Shelley one of my favourite poets, simply because he can take something mundane and make it into someone beautiful.
QOTD: What do you know about Shelley? What is your favourite poem of his?