John Masefield
John Masefield
John Edward Masefield, OMwas an English poet and writer, and Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1930 until his death in 1967. He is remembered as the author of the classic children's novels The Midnight Folk and The Box of Delights, and poems, including "The Everlasting Mercy" and "Sea-Fever"...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 June 1878
heart rivers london
The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London
common-sense mixtures uncommon
Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
stars luck
The luck will alter and the star will rise.
mother father heart
From '41 to '51I was my folk's contrary son;I bit my father's hand right throughAnd broke my mother's heart in two.
sky blue heaven
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.
strong battle defeated
Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
mother dark men
In the dark room 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.
long-distance-relationship soul longing
The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.
laughter laughing tragic
Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
laughter laughing lasts
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
love love-is fire
Love is a flame to set the will on fire
horse flower men
I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust, too.
travel stars rain
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.
life song sea
On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet, With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea And-the great movement changes-the pageant passes me.