Classic and Contemporary Poetry
R.A.F. (1940), by SYLVIA DRYHURST LYND First Line: I heard the squadron flying home Last Line: Call them the squadron flying home. Alternate Author Name(s): Lynd, Mrs. Robert Subject(s): Royal Air Force; World War Ii; Second World War | ||||||||
I heard the squadron flying home At midnight high among the stars; Never did tale of Greece or Rome Tell of such heroes or such wars. Legend nor boast nor history Proclaims such deeds as these achieve, Who daily fight Thermopylae, Who snatch the glove from Death, and live. Perseus and Bellerophon, They, too, were fighters and had wings, They fought with monsters and they won, And in the stars their glory rings. Castor and Pollux keep their station, Neither do we dispute their claim If a more glorious constellation Should mark a still more glorious fame. Instead of Bear, or Wain, or Plough, Splendid to see in night's great dome, Give to those stars a new name now, Call them the Squadron Flying Home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORT OF EMBARKATION by RANDALL JARRELL GREATER GRANDEUR by ROBINSON JEFFERS FAMILY GROUP by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE BRITISH COUNTRYSIDE IN PICTURES by JAMES MCMICHAEL READING MY POEMS FROM WORLD WAR II by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE FLYCATCHER by SYLVIA DRYHURST LYND |
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