06/06/2023
Thinking today of those who gave their lives in wartime.
I love this poem. When it is read well, it is magnificent, and I have the honour this week of reading it at the funeral of a gentleman who was a pilot all his life; firstly in the Royal Air Force and then as a commercial pilot. He was a flying instructor, at the Central Flying School and in retirement at flying clubs, and still working into his 80s.
‘High Flight’ – 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 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 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.