22/11/2015

Une semaine dans le ciel : Tout ce que je demande, c'est un jour de plein vent


Harry Clarke - All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying
Illustration pour John Masefield, Sea Fever, in The year's at the spring, 1920
Via OBI



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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

John Masefield - Sea Fever, in Salt-Water Ballads, 1902

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