Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poem from a funeral

I went to the funeral today of my friend Ed's dad. I'd only met him once, briefly, but after hearing the stories many people shared, I wish I could have known him. I arrived late, and a young man was reading through what I think is the following poem, which has always been one of my favorites.

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 windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or 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.

High Flight, a poem by John Gillespie McGee, Jr. (1922 - 1941). An American/British fighter pilot, he flew with the Royal Canadian Air Force in World War II. He came to Britain, flew in a Spitfire squadron, and was killed at age 19 on December 11, 1941, during a training flight from the airfield near Scopwick, Lincolnshire. The poem was written on the back of a letter to his parents which stated, "I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed."


Garten said...

That was a lovely poem--thanks!


Ed said...

Thanks for coming to the service. I saw you were there, but didn't get to say hello before you left.

Suzy said...

Yes, Bill chose that poem himself before he died, and I think it captures the essence of who he was in so many ways.

poodledoc said...

It's always been one of my favorites.....