Thursday, December 06, 2012

High Flight

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 sunlit silence. Hov'ring 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 or 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.

                                                                                John Magee (1922-1941)



  1. Anonymous5:17 PM

    How typical of you to fail to post the author, John Macgee, Jr. 1920-1942

  2. For once Anonymous is right about something. I should have put up the author's name. But, lest we suspect he has stopped being the ignorant racist hypocrite and fool we have come to know and disdain, he got Magee's year of birth and his year of death both wrong.