As I said: I don't stop reading just because LJ goes down. ;-) And I read fast. (Can you imagine if I put fanfics in here as well? I'd never catch up! *g* Actually, that might be fun. Votes?)
Well, clearly I now need to check out more poetry by Chesterton, Kipling, Tolkien, and Masefield! What bits I've read of the first three I've really enjoyed, but I've never even heard of Masefield!
(Also, which Robert Service was it you were trying to read? Service is quite possibly my favourite poet of the last few hundred years.)
Okay - he was the Poet Laureate of England for a while in the early 20th century, and is best known for his sea poems. His most famous is "Sea Fever", which you've probably heard quoted at some point:
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 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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.I love his poems; I think I learned "
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(Also, which Robert Service was it you were trying to read? Service is quite possibly my favourite poet of the last few hundred years.)
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Okay - he was the Poet Laureate of England for a while in the early 20th century, and is best known for his sea poems. His most famous is "Sea Fever", which you've probably heard quoted at some point:
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 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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.I love his poems; I think I learned " ( ... )
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