
Sea Fever
John Masefield sea mer anglais english
It is a wonderful poem about the pull and attraction the sea has on those who love it.
Sea Fever
BY JOHN MASEFIELD
I must go 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 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;
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 go 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.
Très doux.Très beau
Ce poème est un enchantement.
En écho à cette beauté qui s'offre à nous: voici un poème de Thomas Keats
On the sea
It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores and with itsa mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns;till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell,
When last the winds of heaven were unbound.
Oh ye who have your eyeballs vexed and tir'd,
Feast them upon the wideness of the sea;
Oh ye whose ears are dinne'd with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody,--
Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quir'd!
(April 17, 1817)
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