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‘The North Ship’
āĻāϤā§āϤāϰāĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ
-Philip Larkin
I saw three ships go sailing by,
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻŋ āϤāĻŋāύāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ āϝā§āĻā§āϞ⧠āϝāĻžāϤā§āϰāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āϤā§āϰā§
Over the sea, the lifting sea,
āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰā§, āĻāϤā§āĻĨāĻžāϞ āĻāĻ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§
And the wind rose in the morning sky,
āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏāĻāĻžāϞā§āϰ āĻāĻāĻžāĻļā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻŽā§āĻĻā§ āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏāĨ¤
And one was rigged for a long journey.
āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻžāĻāϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ⧠āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻ āϝāĻžāϤā§āϰāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ āϤā§āϰā§āĨ¤
The first ship turned towards the west,
āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ āĻĒāĻļā§āĻāĻŋāĻŽāĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻšā§ā§ āϝāĻžāϤā§āϰāĻž āĻāϰāϞ
Over the sea, the running sea,
āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ⧠, āĻāĻ āĻāϞāĻŽāĻžāύ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§
And by the wind was all possessed
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏā§āϰ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻā§āĻāύā§āύ āĻšāϞ⧠āϏāĻŦāĻāĻŋāĻā§
And carried to a rich country.
āĻāĻŦāĻ āύāĻŋā§ā§ āĻā§āϞ⧠āĻā§āύ⧠āĻāĻ āĻ āϰā§āĻĨāĻļāĻžāϞ⧠āĻĻā§āĻļā§
The second ship turned towards the east,
āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤā§ā§ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŦāĻĻāĻŋāĻā§ āϰāĻā§āĻžāύāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϞ
Over the sea, the quaking sea,
āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰā§, āĻāĻ āĻāĻŽā§āĻĒāĻŋāϤ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§
And the wind hunted it like a beast
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āϤāĻžāĻāĻā§ āĻāύā§āϤā§āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āϤāĻžā§āĻžāϤ⧠āĻļā§āϰ⧠āĻāϰāϞā§
To anchor in captivity.
āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻāĻāĻŋ āύā§āĻāϰ āĻāϰ āĻŦāύā§āĻĻāĻŋāĻĻāĻļāĻžā§ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŖāϤ āĻšāϞāĨ¤
The third ship drove towards the north,
āϤā§āϤā§ā§ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāϞāϤ⧠āϞāĻžāĻāϞ āĻāϤā§āϤāϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻšā§ā§
Over the sea, the darkening sea,
āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰā§, āĻāĻ āĻ āύā§āϧāĻāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§
But no breath of wind came forth,
āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āύāĻŋāĻāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ āύā§āĻā§āĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ āĻĒā§āϞ⧠āύāĻž,
And the decks shone frostily.
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻžāϤāύ āĻļā§āϤāϞ āĻāĻĻāĻžāϏā§āύāϤāĻžā§ āĻā§āĻŦāϞ⧠āĻāĻ āϞā§āĨ¤
The northern sky rose high and black
āĻāϤā§āϤāϰā§āϰ āĻāĻāĻžāĻļ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŖāϤ āĻšā§ā§āĻā§ āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āĻŽā§āĻā§
Over the proud unfruitful sea,
āĻāĻ āύāĻŋāϰāϰā§āĻĨāĻ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋāϤ āϏāĻžāĻāϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰā§
East and west the ships came back
āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŦ āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĒāĻļā§āĻāĻŋāĻŽā§ āϝāĻžāĻā§āĻž āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻāĻā§āϞāĻŋ āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧠āĻāϏā§āĻā§
Happily or unhappily:
āϏā§āĻā§ āĻ āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻĻā§āĻāĻā§
But the third went wide and far
āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āϤā§āϤā§ā§ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāϞ⧠āĻā§āĻā§ āĻ āύā§āĻ āĻĻā§āϰā§
Into an unforgiving sea
āĻā§āύ āĻāĻ āύāĻŋāϰā§āĻŽāĻŽ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰā§
Under a fire-spilling star,
āĻāĻā§āĻŖ āĻā§āĻžāύ⧠āϤāĻžāϰāĻžāϰ āύāĻŋāĻā§,
And it was rigged for a long journey
āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻšāĻž āĻĒāĻžāϞ āϏāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϤ āĻšā§ā§ āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻ āϝāĻžāϤā§āϰāĻžāϰ āĻāĻĻā§āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝ⧠āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāϞā§āĻā§āĨ¤
The Poem ‘The North Ship’ is written by Philip Larkin
This poem written by Philip Larkin.