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.
The poem read by: Patrizio Piccioni http://vocaroo.com/i/s0N3XQkSflXX
Ludovica Solitario http://vocaroo.com/i/s1OgltRAPU17
W. B. Yeats was born in Dublin in 1865 and died in 1939. He was a poet and a
dramatist.
He was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1923.
He is considered one of the greatest poets of the twentieth century.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/william-butler-yeats
Je sais que je vais rencontrer mon destin
quelque part parmi les nuages les plus hauts
Je ne deteste pas ceux que je combats
Je n'aime pas ceux que je protège
Mon pays est Kiltartan's cross
Mes compatriotes, les pauvres de Kiltartan
Quelle que soit l'issue,ils ne perdent rien
Et ne seront pas pas plus heureux qu'avant
Ni la loi, ni le devoir ne m'ordonnent de me battre