![]() ![]() Purchasing books through any poet's Amazon links helps to support Your Daily Poem. All rights reserved.Īs an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. Website Development by Practical Business SystemsĬontents of this web site and all original text and images therein are copyright © by Your Daily Poem. There are so many phrases I recall from earlier readings. Posted 10:14 is magnificent! It captures a real sense of what it is to fly. What a tragic end for such a talented poet. I have translated into french this beautiful poem which is untranslatable - but which tells so much to anyone however - espacially to a modest private french pilot Having touched the face of God these words were undoubtedly inspired by Him. As I approach the end of my life here, this poem and my image continue to inspire me as to how wonderful nature is and how lucky I have been to be part of it. I have taken a symbolic picture of birds in flight and named my shot after this touching poem and the special feelings it inspires in me daily. I memorised it then and have remembered it for nearly 64 years. This is the first poem I learned in school, when I was 7 years old. I hope one day I'll Put out my hand, and touched the face of God #Somewhere in the skies a human approach to an pdf tvUsed to love this poem when it came on tv early in the morning before I left for school in the early 1960s, although it is best known as a sign-off at night when the tv stations would shut down for the night. I hope it was some comfort to his family. ![]() This poem still thrills me sixty years later. It was probably the first time I realized how the sounds and shapes and rythm of words bring emotion and meaning in addition to the literal meaning. This is the only poem I remember well from my school days. I have had a plaque with this poem hanging in my den for many years, probably a gift when I first learned to fly, long ago. He learned to love flying in the Army Air Corps and J.G.Macgee, Jr. It was always his favorite and his inspiration. Posted 06:11 father had this poem read at his funeral service. The pilot, Raymond would say " for God's sake, Jim, put out the cigarette!". He would light a cigarette and we would just groan. My dad smoked, and we all were proned to motion sickness. Not many kids from Fairmont,WV could say they flew to Baltimore to get a bushel of seal point oysters. He was not a pilot, but had many small planes, in which my father, in the jump seat, sisters and I used to have an occasional thrilling treat. ![]() This was recited at my grandfather's funeral in 1972. The tragedy of young Magee's untimely demise simply makes his poem prophetic and loaded with hope and joy and tragedy. My dad's poems were equally perceptive and eloquent. Indeed, High Flight is a priceless work that could only be told by one who was there. My father was a published RAF pilot and had much in common with Magee. He was killed a few months later, when his plane collided with that of another British military pilot. After a high altitude test flight one day, John wrote his parents a letter and enclosed a poem-this one-that test flight inspired. At the age of eighteen, he enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force, trained as a pilot, and was sent to England to fly a Supermarine Spitfire with the 412 Fighter Squadron. (1922 - 1941) was born in Shanghai, China, to an English mother and an American father. Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy graceĪnd, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod My eager craft through footless halls of air. I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung Of sun-split clouds, - and done a hundred things Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthĪnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings Ask for this YDP anthology at your favorite bookstore or order it online today! ![]()
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