“An Irish Airman Foresees His Death,” William Butler Yeats

"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death"
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 man, 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.

Credit: JustAudio2008 (YouTube channel)

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One response to ““An Irish Airman Foresees His Death,” William Butler Yeats

  1. Great poem! The reader was amazing too. Thanks for sharing this 🙂

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