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An Irish Airman foresees his Death lyrics

  • Artist: William Butler Yeats
  • Translations: French

An Irish Airman foresees his Death

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.
thanked 3 times
Submitted by FredaFreda on 2020-05-25
Last edited by FredaFreda on 2021-02-24


FredaFreda    Wed, 24/02/2021 - 21:25

Fixed--Thanks for letting me know

vevvevvevvev    Wed, 24/02/2021 - 21:43

Poem title not corrected...

FredaFreda    Wed, 24/02/2021 - 22:11

I totally missed the "Airman" part, is it ok now?

vevvevvevvev    Thu, 25/02/2021 - 01:53

Yes, thank you!

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