John Masefield

John Edward Masefield (1878-1967), was an English author and poet laureate. His reputation was established with “Salt-Water Ballads” (1902). “The Everlasting Mercy (1911), “The Dauber” (1913), and “Reynard the Fox” (1920), are representative of his long narrative poems. Masefield also wrote novels, short stories, and critical studies. 

 

In his 16th year, he sailed as an apprentice seaman on a windjammer, rounding Cape Horn. Illness sent him home from a Chilean port. He then became an officer in the liner Adriatic. In 1895 poor health caused him to stay ashore in New York City. For several years he lived as a vagrant, shifting between odd jobs before he found work as a barkeeper’s assistant. In 1895 he read the poem by Duncan Campbell Scott called “The Piper of Arll.” Ten years later he wrote to Scott to tell what reading the poem meant to him:

 

“I had never (till that time) cared very much for poetry, but your poem impressed me deeply and set me on fire. Since then poetry has been one deep influence in my life, and to the love of poetry, I owe all my friends and the position I now hold. 

 

Returning to England, Masefield began his literary career by writing poems, short stories, articles, and book reviews for magazines. In 1930 he succeeded Robert Bridges as poet laureate. It was not until 70 that Masefield slowed his pace. “In Glad Thanksgiving” his last book was published when he was 88 years old. In 1960 his wife Constance died aged 93. In late 1966 Masefield developed gangrene in his ankle. This spread to his leg and he died of the infection in 1967. His body was cremated and his ashes were placed in Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey. However, the following verse by Masefield was discovered later addressed to his “Heirs, Administrators, and assigns”:

 

No religious rite be done or read

In any place for me when I am dead

But burn my body into ash, and scatter

The ash in secret into running water

Or on the windy down, and let none see

And then, thank God that there’s an end of me. 

 

He wrote the following memorable poem:

 

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 white clouds flying

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.