Thursday, December 3, 2009


I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sails shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over

John Masefield
(1878 - 1967)


Chef E said...

hmmm, now I want to slip back into my covers and listen, and float away into a watery sleep...

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Mi deseo era que más personas pudieran disfrutar de este bellísimo regalo que me hiciste, Dash. Bella la cita de Masefield, bellas tus palabras hacia mi y bellas esas olas al ritmo "mágico" de Carlos Santana. Gracias de nuevo, mi querido amigo.