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On Oct 29, 2012, at 12:44 PM, 123hop at comcast.net wrote:
> I could not help but fall in love with Yeats' poems: here's Irish Airman Forsees 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 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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