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
life cells salt
What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells?
life long headache
Life is a long headache in a noisy street.
men community delight
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.
men may want
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
prayer heart men
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
spring light sparks
God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.
sweet wine home
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.
stars sea sailing
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
men sailing ships
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
eye wind land
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.
baby children home
And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.
art imagination mind
Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.
miracle may life-is
It may be that we cease; we cannot tell. Even if we cease, life is a miracle.
men imagination mind
Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.