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John Masefield
1878 - 1967
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A Ballad Of John Silver
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, / And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones and the skull; / We'd a big black Jolly Roger flapping grimly at the fore,
A Creed
I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise
A Night At Dago Tom's
Oh yesterday, I t'ink it was, while cruisin' down the street, / I met with Bill. "Hullo," he says, "let's give the girls a treat." / We'd red bandanas round our necks 'n' our shrouds new rattled down,
A Pier-Head Chorus
Oh I'll be chewing salted horse and biting flinty bread, / And dancing with the stars to watch, upon the fo'c's'le head, / Hearkening to the bow-wash and the welter of the tread
A Valediction
We're bound for blue water where the great winds blow, / It's time to get the tacks aboard, time for us to go; / The crowd's at the capstan and the tune's in the shout,
A Wanderer's Song
A wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels, / I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels; / I hunger for the sea's edge, the limit of the land,
An Epilogue
I had 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,
Beauty
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills / Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: / I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils,
Biography
When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts / Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts, / And long before this wandering flesh is rotten
C.L.M
In the dark womb where I began / My mother's life made me a man. / Through all the months of human birth
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