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.
----- Original Message ----- Yeats's "Irish Airman" reeals its core vileness (along with its greatness) only to those who have watched the final scenes of All Quiet on the Western Front. You have to see that airplane up in the corner of the film.
Carrol
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