posted December 13, 2019 09:43 PM            

read by the poet himself--
[2:18] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCYsLqV2CyU

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 sail's 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.

(music) John Ireland song "Sea-Fever" (based on poem by John Masefield, 1940 disc, sung by Robert Irwin) [3:16] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCmEv0ug7R4

posted February 28, 2020 02:02 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by mirage29:
Sea-Fever
by John Masefield

read by the poet himself--
[2:18] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCYsLqV2CyU

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 sail's 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.

(music) John Ireland song "Sea-Fever" (based on poem by John Masefield, 1940 disc, sung by Robert Irwin) [3:16] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCmEv0ug7R4

John Masefield lived from 1878 to 1967.
{{ He's a June 1, Gemini! }}
- http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54932/sea-fever-56d235e0d871e

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posted April 25, 2021 03:42 PM            

No. 65

Alas, how unprepared I was at first
that day when Love came to wound me,
and step by step made himself the lord
of my life, and took his place at the head.

I did not think that rasping power of his
could ever lessen by a jot the firmness
or the strength of my well-tempered heart:
but so it is when we overestimate the truth.

From now on all defence comes too late,
other than to prove whether Love
listens to mortal prayers much, or little.

I do not pray, since there is no purpose,
that my heart should ever burn less fiercely,
but only that she might share part of the fire.

posted May 23, 2021 12:45 AM            

Couplet 11

Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi,mun tun shudam tu jaan shudi
Taakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegari

posted June 05, 2021 05:01 PM            

Me happy, night, night full of brightness;
Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;
How many words talked out with abundant candles;
Struggles when the lights were taken away;
Now with bared breasts she wrestled against me,
Tunic spread in delay;
And she then opening my eyelids fallen in sleep,
Her lips upon them; and it was her mouth saying:
Sluggard!

In how many varied embraces, our changing arms,
Her kisses, how many, lingering on my lips.
Turn not Venus into a blinded motion,
Eyes are the guides of love,
Paris took Helen naked coming from the bed of Menelaus,
Endymion's naked body, bright bait for Diana,'
such at least is the story.

While our fates twine together, sate we our eyes with love;
For long night comes upon you
and a day when no day returns.
Let the gods lay chains upon us
so that no day shall unbind them.

Fool who would set a term to love's madness,
For the sun shall drive with black horses,
earth shall bring wheat from barley,
The flood shall move toward the fountain
Ere love know moderations,
The fish shall swim in dry streams.
No, now while it may be, let not the fruit of life cease.
Dry wreaths drop their petals,
their stalks are woven in baskets,
To-day we take the great breath of lovers,
to-morrow fate shuts us in.

Though you give all your kisses
you give but few.