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John Masefield

Data di nascita: 1. Giugno 1878
Data di morte: 12. Maggio 1967

John Edward Masefield, OM , è stato un poeta e scrittore inglese, che ricoprì la carica di Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom dal 1930 alla sua morte nel 1967. Egli è ricordato soprattutto per i classici della narrativa per l'infanzia The Midnight Folk e The Box of Delights, e per i suoi poemi, che includono The Everlasting Mercy e Sea-Fever.

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Frasi John Masefield

„Può darsi che qualche volta le lodi rovinino un uomo e lo rendano insopportabile. Ma è certo che la loro mancanza uccide sul nascere atti generosi.“

— John Masefield
citato in Selezione dal Reader's Digest, febbraio 1976

„The days that make us happy make us wise.“

— John Masefield

„Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.“

— John Masefield, King Cole

„The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.“

— John Masefield

„Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.“

— John Masefield

„My blood did leap, my flesh did revel,
Saul Kane was tokened to the devil.“

— John Masefield

„What is this creature, Music, save the Art,
The Rhythm that the planets journey by?
The living Sun-Ray entering the heart,
Touching the Life with that which cannot die?“

— John Masefield

„Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,
It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray;
And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain, -
Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?“

— John Masefield

„In the dark womb where I began
My mother's life made me a man.
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth.
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,
But through the death of some of her.“

— John Masefield

„It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills,
And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.“

— John Masefield

„The moon came white and ghostly as we laid the treasure down,
There was gear there’d make a beggarman as rich as Lima Town,
Copper charms and silver trinkets from the chests of Spanish crews,
Gold doubloons and double moidores, louis d’ors and portagues“

— John Masefield

„Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.“

— John Masefield

„I must down to the sea 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.“

— John Masefield
The first line is often misquoted as "I must go down to the seas again." and this is the wording used in the song setting by John Ireland. I disagree with this last point. The poet himself was recorded reading this and he definitely says "seas".

„From '41 to '51
I was my folk's contrary son;
I bit my father's hand right through
And broke my mother's heart in two.“

— John Masefield
Opening lines

„Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French,
And some’ll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench;
But I’m for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench,
Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.“

— John Masefield

„I, who am dead, have ways of knowing
Of the crop of death that the quick are sowing.
I, who was Pompey, cry it aloud
From the dark of death, from the wind blowing.

I, who was Pompey, once was proud,
Now I lie in the sand without a shroud;
I cry to Caesar out of my pain,
"Caesar beware, your death is vowed."“

— John Masefield

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Frasi John Masefield

„Può darsi che qualche volta le lodi rovinino un uomo e lo rendano insopportabile. Ma è certo che la loro mancanza uccide sul nascere atti generosi.“

„The days that make us happy make us wise.“

„Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.“

„The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.“

„Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.“

„My blood did leap, my flesh did revel,
Saul Kane was tokened to the devil.“

„What is this creature, Music, save the Art,
The Rhythm that the planets journey by?
The living Sun-Ray entering the heart,
Touching the Life with that which cannot die?“

„Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,
It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray;
And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain, -
Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?“

„In the dark womb where I began
My mother's life made me a man.
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth.
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,
But through the death of some of her.“

„It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills,
And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.“

„The moon came white and ghostly as we laid the treasure down,
There was gear there’d make a beggarman as rich as Lima Town,
Copper charms and silver trinkets from the chests of Spanish crews,
Gold doubloons and double moidores, louis d’ors and portagues“

„Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.“

„I must down to the sea 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.“

„From '41 to '51
I was my folk's contrary son;
I bit my father's hand right through
And broke my mother's heart in two.“

„Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French,
And some’ll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench;
But I’m for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench,
Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.“

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