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Stormy Petrel
by Maksim Gorky
Up above the sea's grey flatland, wind is gathering the clouds. In between the sea and clouds proudly
soaring the Petrel, reminiscent of black lightning.
Glancing a wave with his wingtip, like an arrow dashing cloudward, he cries out and the clouds hear his joy
in the bird's cry of courage.
In this cry -- thirst for the tempest! Wrathful power, flame of passion, certainty of being victorious the
clouds hear in that bird's cry.
Seagulls groan before the tempest, - groan, and race above the sea, and on its bottom they are ready to hide
their fear of the storm.
And the loons are also groaning, - they, the loons, they cannot access the delight of life in battle: the noise of
the clashes scares them.
The dumb penguin shyly hiding his fat body in the crevice . . . It is only the proud Petrel who soars ever bold
and freely over the sea grey with sea foam!
Ever darker, clouds descending ever lower over the sea, and the waves are singing, racing to the sky to
meet the thunder.
Thunder sounds. In foamy anger the waves groan, with wind in conflict. Now the wind firmly embraces
flocks of waves and sends them crashing on the cliffs in wild fury, smashing into dust and seaspray all these
mountains of emerald.
And the Petrel soars while crying, reminiscent of black lightning, like an arrow piercing the clouds, with his
wing rips foam from the waves.
So he dashes, like a demon, - proud, black demon of the tempest, - and he's laughing and he's weeping . . . it
is at the clouds he's laughing, it is with his joy he's weeping!
In the fury of the thunder, the wise demon hears his weakness, but he's certain that the clouds will not hide
the sun - won't hide it!
The wind howls . . . the thunder rolls . . .
Like a blue flame, flocks of clouds blaze up above the sea's abyss. The sea catches bolts of lightning
drowning them beneath its waters. Just like serpents made of fire, they weave in the water, fading, the
reflections of this lightning.
-Tempest! Soon will strike the tempest!
That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the
prophet:
-Let the tempest come strike harder!
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The Song of the Stormy Petrel
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by Maksim Gorky
High above the silvery ocean winds are gathering the storm-clouds, and
between the clouds and ocean proudly wheels the Stormy Petrel, like a
streak of sable lightning.
Now his wing the wave caresses, now he rises like an arrow,
cleaving clouds and crying fiercely, while the clouds detect a rapture in the
bird's courageous crying.
In that crying sounds a craving for the tempest! Sounds the flaming
of his passion, of his anger, of his confidence in triumph. The gulls are
moaning in their terror--moaning, darting o'er the waters, and would gladly
hide their horror in the inky depths of ocean. And the grebes are also
moaning. Not for them the nameless rapture of the struggle. They are
frightened by the crashing of the thunder.
And the foolish penguins cower in the crevices of rocks, while alone
the Stormy Petrel proudly wheels above the ocean, o'er the silver-frothing
waters. Ever lower, ever blacker, sink the stormclouds to the sea, and the
singing waves are mounting in their yearning toward the thunder.
Strikes the thunder. Now the waters fiercely battle with the winds.
And the winds in fury seize them in unbreakable embrace, hurtling down
the emerald masses to be shattered on the cliffs.
Like a streak of sable lightning wheels and cries the Stormy Petrel, piercing
storm-clouds like an arrow, cutting swiftly through the waters.
He is
coursing like a Demon, the black Demon of the tempest, ever laughing, ever
sobbing--he is laughing at the storm-clouds, he is sobbing with his rapture.
In the crashing of the thunder the wise Demon hears a murmur of
exhaustion. And he is knows the strom will die and the sun will be
triumphant; the sun will always be triumphant!
The waters roar. The thunder crashes. Livid lightning flares in
stormclouds high above the seething ocean, and the flaming darts are
captured and extinguished by the waters, while the serpentine reflections
writhe, expiring, in the deep.
It's the storm! The storm is breaking!
Still the valiant Stormy Petrel proudly wheels amond the lightning,
o'er the roaring, raging ocean, and his cry resounds exultant, like a prophecy
of triumph-Let it break in all its fury!
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Alliteration
Allusion
Antithesis
Apostrophe
Assonance
Consonance
Euphemism
Hyperbole
Imagery Metaphor
Onomatopoeia
Oxymoron
Personification
Simile
Symbol
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The storm of revolution
The Song of the Stormy Petrel is a poem which written by famous Russian poet Maksim Gorky in 1901. The
title Stormy Petrel use the symbol. It means the prophet of the storm because Stormy Petrel always fly
over the sea before the storm comes. In this poem it symbolizes pioneers of the proletarian revolution. The
poem divided to three parts by the situation of the sea. By the describing of Stormy Petrel’s braving when
it face the storm, writer shows the the rapid development of the revolution before 1905. The last sentence
of the poem ” Let the tempest come strike harder!”is the climax of the whole poem. It calls out all people in
the world together and starts the revolution. The words of this poem are full with power and make people
being emotionally.
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