We posted this for no other reason than that it is one of our favourite poems – and there’s something to be said for merely reading for pleasure. Maybe, it’s because Paul’s father was a pilot and he grew up surrounded by planes and aviators. Maybe,we’re harking back to the dreams of young boys who longed to ‘wheel and soar’, or maybe it’s just because we love the tranquility and majesty that John Gillespie Magee so wonderfully captures.
We’d love to hear about your favourite poems……….
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 have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee 1922-1944