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.

Readings

W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Patrick Kennedy
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Rupert Evans
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Dominic West
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Robert Hardy
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Max Irons
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Rupert Evans
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Rupert Evans
Select reading
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Patrick Kennedy
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Rupert Evans
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Dominic West
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Robert Hardy
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Max Irons
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Rupert Evans
W.B. Yeats: 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' read by Rupert Evans
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