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a poem
Jul 18, 2012 18:50:04 GMT -5
Post by qs on Jul 18, 2012 18:50:04 GMT -5
I'm a prose kind of guy but when I ran into this gem of a poem again I had to share it. ---------------------------
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 even eagle flew — And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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a poem
Jul 18, 2012 20:58:11 GMT -5
Post by hawaii bill on Jul 18, 2012 20:58:11 GMT -5
Reminds me of Locksley Hall, by Tennyson:
For I dip't into the future Far as human eyes could see Saw the visions of the world And all the wonders that would be . . .
Then all the stuff about the airie navies of the world grappling in the sky.
And their rained a ghastly dew, from the nations aeirie navies grappling in the central blue,
or something like that. Not bad for a 19th century guy.
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a poem
Jul 18, 2012 21:09:33 GMT -5
Post by hawaii bill on Jul 18, 2012 21:09:33 GMT -5
Here it is, circa 1835:
For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain’d a ghastly dew From the nations’ airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro’ the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furl’d In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
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