Even though I write really awesome poetry, I seriously enjoy real poetry. It’s one of my secret addictions =X (though, it isn’t so secret as of… right now.)
One of my all-time favorites is called ‘An Irish Airman Foresees His Death’. It’s basically about an Irish airman in World War I, who knows that he’s going to die flying. I shall share…
“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.”
It also doesn’t hurt that one of my favorite songs ever is based off this poem – in fact, that’s how I was introduced to it.
Yeah, I love it.
TA!
-Kyr
(6 days until Jubilee starts!)
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