High Flight
Oh, I have slipped
the surely 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 untrespassed
sancity of space
Put out my hand
and touched the face of God
John Gillespie Magee Jr.
the surely 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 untrespassed
sancity of space
Put out my hand
and touched the face of God
John Gillespie Magee Jr.
John Gillespie Maggee Jr foi piloto na Royal Canadian Air Force aos 18 anos, sendo transferido para pilotar os Spitfire durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial.
Foi ao voar lá no alto que buscou inspiração para escrever este magnífico poema que até hoje perdura como uma das mais brilhantes e sinceras odes ao vôo.
John Gillespie Maggee Jr. morreu aos 19 anos a 11 de Dezembro de 1941 no decorrer de uma batalha aérea.


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