High Flight

High Flight Poem

B292 High Flight (Poem)
   During the dark days of the Blitz, John Gillespie Magee, Jr., was one of the many Americans who enlisted in the Royal Canadian Air Force. Within a year, he was sent to England and assigned to the No. 412 Fighter Squadron, RCAF, where he flew the Supermarine Spitfire. On September 3, 1941, he flew a high altitude test flight in a new model of the Spitfire V. As he climbed upward through 33,000 feet, he experienced great exhilaration, which inspired his immortal line, "to touch the face of God". He later expanded it into a poem.
   Three months later, he was killed in a midair collision. He was only 19 years old. Although young John Magee was lost, he had sent a copy of his poem to his father, who was then rector of a Washington, DC church. His father printed it in church publications. This led to its inclusion in an exhibition of poems called Faith and Freedom at the Library of Congress in February 1942.
   High Flight has since become the most famous aviation poem ever written. It has inspired countless aviators and astronauts. It is the subject of a special exhibit at the National Museum of the United States Air Force in Dayton, Ohio. U.S. Air Force Academy cadets are required to memorize it.
   The poster magnificently depicts his Spitfire climbing toward the peak of its exciting flight, and cites the full text of his ageless and classic poem. A caption, located in the lower left corner, tells the story behind it.
    Standard poster is large 24" x 36" size that fits standard frames.  Printed on heavy, acid-free paper using non-fade inks, then coated to provide satin finish and provide protection from UV rays and scratching.  Laminated poster is our standard poster totally encapsulated in heavy 3 mil plastic for long, long life.
Standard: No. GT106-HS.  Only $9.95
Laminated:   No. GT106-HFS.  Only $14.95 

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward Iíve 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. Hovíring there
Iíve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
Iíve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind Iíve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God
 

 

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