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Can someone kindly tell me what is poetic about this? Where’s the rhyme, the meter, the rhythm, the flow, the romance?
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is this better ..
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 . .
John Gillespie Magee, ‘High Flight’.
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So much better! Although I take issue with the word “eager”. In my case, my craft is never eager to soar aloft unless I whup its backside first.
You’re entitled to your opinion, as I am to mine.
What you shared was a discordant concoction of randomised nonsense - in my opinion. And disappointingly, you didn’t bother to answer my question.
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Since Dolores was a registered Architect, I think she should have stuck to her professional training rather than attempting to become a poet.
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The Video is even better – EMOTIONAL MOVING FLYING stuff !!
Makes you want to fire up MSFS and “FLY”
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@XXKOOKIEmoNStEr -
Excellent poem !
Speaking as one Poetry Foundation subscriber to another - thanks for sharing!
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, or have strict meter, or be inspiring.
There are many ways to answer your question. Here’s one: What Is Poetry, and How Is It Different?
Shame to let this thread die out when there’s so much good aviation poetry out there.
Magee’s poem is good, but he was very young and very emotional.
I’ve always preferred Yeats: An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by W. B. Yeats - Poems | Academy of American Poets
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Got some other favorites but they’re a bit dark. Not sure if I’ll quote them or not - depends on how the thread goes.
Anyone else have one to add?
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