Okay, what say you. In what we do as writers, don't you think the worst sin is to have our art copied. Please comment on whether or how offended you would be if you had written the poem High Flight in 1941 and soneone wrote the poem Wings over 20 years later. This should be fun. It's okay no matter your opinion. The first poem is High Flight.
"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.
Hovering 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've trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God."
This poem is titled Wings
Oh, to catch the winds of flight, and soar where eagles go,
To leave the woes of troubled souls, behind me far below,
I’d listen to the song of doves, and sail in endless flight,
Then chase the sun through cloudy paths, and play with stars at night.
The boundless heavens for my home, the breeze to lift me high,
To rise my mortal bonds and never truly die.
Knowing I had found the way, to trails where angels trod,
And when my wings could fly no more, I’d take the hand of God.