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Sea-Fever, Return to Ithaca…and the like

Wednesday, May 30th, 2007 @ 2:36 pm
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Today I received a letter from C. that reflected upon the conversation i had with her around ‘where is home?’, the struggle of returning to one’s homeland where is feels like a ‘foreign land’ and the whole area of ‘cross-cultural transitions’ as my research topic. I can see links with the Odyssey and the return to Ithaka etc…but she also sent me a poem by an english poet that reflects come of this ‘journeying’ through the seas…in a feverish way of emotion. Here is it:

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.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)

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