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, | 5 |
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, | 10 |
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 | 15 |
In balance with this life, this death. |
Monday, November 22, 2010
Poem for the Week
W.B. Yeats - "An Irish Airman Foresees his Death"
Labels:
Poetry
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