by cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland, USA
Jun 2013 619 Views 6 comments
When the eagle flys
I fly the path of the eagle where
mortals dare not tread
I touch you in a moment of
time yet may vanish in the
wind
Spirit and fire lift my wings
to worlds yet unseen
Come with me lest I disappear
through lifes mystic golden
ring-
mortals dare not tread
I touch you in a moment of
time yet may vanish in the
wind
Spirit and fire lift my wings
to worlds yet unseen
Come with me lest I disappear
through lifes mystic golden
ring-
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
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Comments (6)
if Spirit and fire lift your wings,
you may vanish,
but you won't disappear
This poem reminds me of a sonnet written by John Gillespie Magee entitled "High Flight" - Magee was an American second world war fighter pilot who was tragically killed in a mid air collision over Lincolnshire in England in 1941. He was 19 years old...
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 wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Bill