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.
- John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)
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And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
and when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
he said "all men will be sailors then, until the sea shall free them"
but he himself was broken long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom
like a stone.
And you want to travel with him,
and you want to travel blind
and you'll think maybe you'll trust him,
for he's touched your perfect body
with his mind.
- Leonard Cohen. "Suzanne"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Enjoying today's moments shared in this split infinity I hope ? Anyway, here is Der Spatz thought for the day:
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.
- John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
and when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
he said "all men will be sailors then, until the sea shall free them"
but he himself was broken long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom
like a stone.
And you want to travel with him,
and you want to travel blind
and you'll think maybe you'll trust him,
for he's touched your perfect body
with his mind.
- Leonard Cohen. "Suzanne"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Enjoying today's moments shared in this split infinity I hope ? Anyway, here is Der Spatz thought for the day:
Avast, me Hearties, howest faireth thee one and all ?
"Unless laughing or learning, try looking forward more to where you are going than to where you have already been. Don't sacrifice too much of the future merely for the sake of a past probably best forgotten."
regarDS
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