In balance with this life this 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.

 

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
W. B. Yeats – 1865-1939

Let’s just drive

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Hartseer

Hartseer

Om hartseer te wees
hartseer lewe
spyt
kan nie vorentoe beweeg nie
of Terug

as die wolke daar is
en die son verlig my siel nie

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