Posted by: paywindow7 | July 26, 2013

High Flight


Oh, I’ve 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 un-trespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God. 


By John Gillespie Magee Jr.



  1. This sounds as if he was dancing Nia! Or flying, of course. 🙂

    • Yeah, from what I’ve read, John Magee really loved to fly. He wrote this poem when he was flying Spitfires at the beginning of the second world war. Unfortunately he was killed shortly after writing this. I’ve always liked it myself.

  2. HOW did I miss this one!?! Stellar!
    Maybe your archives are a good place to start! As I go through them and comment on them, you will get inspired by old words that slipped through!

    • My thanks to you. Many titles could apply to our memories, I suppose. Personal archives, our history, our lessons learned. Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time reviewing those files. From: Did I really do that To: why did I do that.

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