November 11th, 2011

In Remembrance

Posted in Other Stuff by 200

My favourite war poem, quite apt in view of the recent sad death of two Red Arrows…

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 windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew -

And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untresspassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941

 

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4 comments

  1. Simon says:

    The dead from many wars will not be forgotten. Stand easy lads, you’ve done your bit.

    November 11th, 2011 at 12:27

  2. Fee says:

    As always, I’m wearing my poppy with pride.

    November 11th, 2011 at 12:51

  3. Tony F says:

    So moving.

    November 11th, 2011 at 17:22

  4. MB says:

    And to think he was only 19 when he wrote this poem. He died a few months later in a training accident.

    November 11th, 2011 at 18:57

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