Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Ocean

I've been quite dour lately. Let's have something cheerful for a change. Let's go to my favorite place: the ocean.


(Join me in French horn envy.)

"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 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 gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go 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 go 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.

"What a Freedom!" - Ilya Repin, 1903

Viewing something with reverence does not mean you can't view it with joy as well.

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