TEALarbor stories’
Monday Musings are quotes, poems, & practices offering simple ways to
explore the ecotone of the inner/outer landscape.
Dedicated to and in loving memory of I.D. who introduced this poem to me.
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.
John Masefield
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