Treasure Island

John Masefield

(1 June 1878 – 12 May 1967 / Herefordshire / England)

A Ballad of John Silver



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Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012
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  • Joseph Poewhit (7/20/2010 1:24:00 AM)

    Words give a graphic description of baser pirate days of the wood sail, cutlass, brains and blood. Then the circle of joy over the booty. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (7/20/2009 6:38:00 AM)

    This is wonderfully-made poem. You can see the the retired old pirate over his grog at an Inn from which he can see the ocean on which he was once such a terror regretting the passing of his exciting, if blood-soaked and nefarious, life. (Report) Reply

  • Danzen D. (7/20/2009 6:26:00 AM)

    na na NA na na na NA na na na NA na na na Na...It's a wonderful ballad, with an enjoyable rythm and an interesting content. This really deserves to be the poem of the day. And the pirate life aboard the ship is really described as a LIFE! Wooo!
    A great thumbs-up to you Ser! (Report) Reply

  • Michael Pruchnicki (7/20/2008 10:07:00 AM)

    Who minds a good romp and a lusty battle fought to the death on the high seas with the sun overhead and the blue seas rolling? There's no time for sentimental musing in piracy, nor for genteel regret on any good pig-tailed pirate's part, Silver suggests. The lissome-hulled schooners and merry crews are at rest now in the sacred islands of the Blest, so do not grieve for the days long gone! Masefield has written a merry ballad of a carefree life of ships and men under the big black Jolly Roger!

    A man after my own heart, Masefield was a poet, dramatist, and novelist of some renown. If you get a chance to read 'Sea Fever' and 'Cargoes, ' you'll get my point! (Report) Reply

  • Emily Spence (1/12/2006 12:51:00 PM)

    This poem is very funny with the lookout not looking but it is also realistic with the brains of the men spattered everywhere. I think that John Silver does not mind at all apart from the messy paintwork and having to clean it up, I'd hate to think what the pretty pranks they played were. (Report) Reply

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