Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Poetic Journey for Wednesday


Due to schedules and economics I have not done much roaming from home base of late. Sometimes we just wander in our minds. Mine has been roving about quite a bit so when I found this poem it called to me. I love the line " A wind's in the heart of me."

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,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.

Oh I'll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I'l be going, going, until I meet the tide.

And first I'll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me'll know I'm there or thereabout.

Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
And I'll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,
For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels.

John Masefield


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4 comments:

  1. love this poem too. I like the line "For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels." Point me in the direction of England and set me free:)

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  2. A beautiful choice of a poem, Jacqui. I love the gusty feel of it and the sea noises and rocking rhythm of it.
    My poem here:
    http://nicholasjv.blogspot.com/2009/08/spring-thoughts-autumn-mutterings.html

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  3. fabulous poem.

    and the first line describes me to a tee.

    I have always been known as a restless soul.
    When I can't be on the move I move my furniture??

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