Hello there, everybody. This is Sam, and this is a bonus episode of the Victor Prep podcast.

There are no words in this episode, just a poem. And I just wanted to briefly say, those

of you who have been following me for a while know that I like poetry and often add them

to the podcast. But from now on, I'm going to record them separately. Just so those of

you who like the poetry can just listen directly, and it's easier to see when there's a poetry

episode, and you can just listen. For those of you who are not interested in the poetry, you can

just listen to the vocab episodes. So from now on, there will be the basic vocab episodes,

and also there will be poetry episodes. And the poetry episodes will be marked as bonus. So yes,

that's how we get that's how we're going to work from now on. And feel free to let me know

any feedback you have on that at the normal email address. And anyway, onto this poem,

this poem is amazing. It's called O to the West Wind by Percy Bischelli. And I would strongly

advise you to Google the poem, and follow along as I read it out loud, that can help with understanding

the poem and feeling it a little more. But with poetry, it can also just be nice to close your eyes,

and listen to the imagery, and just feel it. Because in the end, that's what poetry is all about.

It's about putting images and sensation into words and making people feel things. And so just

listening and feeling those words and letting the words conjure up images into your mind,

that's what it's all about. So enjoy the poem however you want. Follow along if you want. I just hope

you like it because it's really lovely to read. So if you want to challenge yourself too,

read it out loud yourself and even record yourself. It can be fun. So yes, here we go. Here's O to

the West Wind. O wild West Wind, thou breath of autumn's being, thou from whose unseen presence

the leaves dead are driven, like ghosts from an enchanta fleeing, yellow and black and pale and

hectic red, pestilence stricken multitudes. O thou, who cheritist their dark wintry bed

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