National Poetry Month

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High Flight (An Airman's Ecstasy) by John Gillespie Magee

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds- and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sun-lit silence. Hovering there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air;
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark nor even eagle flew;
And while, with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Comments

[stardragonca.livejournal.com]

I have always loved this poem.(It's a grade school standard in Canada.)
Yay pilots!

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

It such a fun poem.

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

This was my grandfather's favorite poem. Thank you for sharing it again.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad I happened on it, then.