Friday, June 4, 2010

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by William Butler 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.

An Irish Airman foresees his Death" by William Butler Yeats.

This poem reminds me of the Canadian poet John Gillespie Magee's 
High Flight (featured in the 1993 Russell Crowe movie For the Moment, in which it is recited by Crowe's character, Lachlan Curry.)


janazon said...

Interesting comparison and yet one is full of fatalist ambivalence and the other joy.

Anonymous said...

Marvelous! What an excellent source of ambigous aspirations! Me encanta este puta !!!! (have you noticed the vapors today? awfully puffy id say!)