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My Favourite Things… An Irish Airman

This is my favourite poem.  I love it.  The story is sad, the sound amazing.  I love the ambiguity of everything “The years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.”

An Irish Airman Forsees His Death
by WB Yeats

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,

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 men, nor cheering crowds,

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

In balance with this life, this death.

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