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 shipand a star to steer her by;And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s songand the white sail’s shaking,And a grey mist on the sea’s face, anda grey dawn breaking,I must down to the seas again,for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear callthat may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy daywith 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 waywhere the wind’s like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarnfrom a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dreamwhen the long trick’s over.
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 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.
This poem is written by a sailor who is on the land now. He wants to go back to the sea where he likes to live.
I think he is a pirate.
I think he is a pirate.
My favorite three lines
I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
I think he likes to be alone. He likes to look at the sea and sky. They are so grand and strong. The sea just stay there all the time. And it changes its shape depends on the whether. The sea is captive, but free. The sky is just so beautiful and helpful. The color changes, and at night, the stars are shining. It also helps sailors to see the way.
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way
where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
He likes the nature and dangerousness of the sea. That makes him feel free and burn. The gull that stays in the sky, that is a place that we cannot stay. And the whale that stays in the water, that is also the place we cannot stay. But he is using the way of explaining that normal usually people cannot go, like middle of the sea. Also, "the wind's like a whetted knife" is saying that the wind is fast and strong.
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow-rover,
And he wants a merry life. He just want to enjoy his easy, but burning life.
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