#john masefield

[apoemaday]

An Epilogue

by John Masefield

I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust, too.

[roua-poemului]

“Gently, dreamily, quietly.”

— John Masefield, from The Collected Poems; “Sorrow of my Death”

[itspileofgoodthings]

[quakeandquiver]

[babylon-crashing]

Lazima nirejee baharini tena, kwa kuwa mwito wa mawimbi yaendayo ni mwito wa porini na mwito ulio safi, ambao haukubali kukataliwa. (Swahili)

I must go 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.

(Masefield)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

shy fawkes :: @butterbooter

memorized this short poem a few days ago and have been repeating it to myself a couple times a day

[akaanir-of-starfleet]

Some sort of a vibe

Sources: "The West Wind", by John Masefield (x); "Hy-Brasail - the Isle of the Blest", by Gerald Griffin (x); "Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, Centenary Edition" (x); "The Far Islands", by John Buchan (x); "The Return of the King", by JRR Tolkien (x); Tumblr post by @geopsych (x)

[trek-tracks]

Went to a concert this week, predominantly contemporary classical music. One of the first pieces was a setting of a poem. “Oh, ‘Sea-Fever’ by John Masefield,” I said. Everyone was duly impressed by my recognition skills, assuming it was because I’m an English professor.

I didn’t have the heart to tell them that, while yes, I am, and yes, I teach classes in poetry, the reason I immediately placed it was actually Star Trek V: The Final Frontier.