This poem, by an english poet Christopher Logue, was allegedly written in 1968 for a festival being held to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the death of french poet Guillaume Apollinaire. There are various variants of it floating around, but this is the one which seems most common. It reminds me of my own experience as I was vacillating between staying in the secure and reliable world of academia, or taking the plunge and moving to Cambridgeshire and getting a job. I like to think that I flew…
Come to the Edge — Christopher Logue
Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! Come to the edge. And they came, and we pushed, And they flew.