ketil bjornstad

The exile's line
now the new year reviving old desires the restless soul to open sea aspires where the blue peter flickers from the fore where the blue peter flickers from the fore and the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires and the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires the tragedy of all our east is laid on those white decks beneath the awening shade birth, absence, longing, laughter, love and tears birth, absence, longing, laughter, love and tears and death unmaking ere the land is made and death unmaking ere the land is made Letras de canciones and midnight madnesses of souls distraught who the cool seas call through the open port so that the table lacks one place next morn so that the table lacks one place next morn and for one forenoon men forgo their sport and for one forenoon men forgo their sport but we the gipsies of the east, but we waifs of the land and wastrels of the sea come nearer home beneath the quartered flag come nearer home beneath the quartered flag than ever home shall come to such as we than ever home shall come to such as we From Letras Mania