An Irish Airman Foresees His Death (For Men's Choir) - WB Yeats

In WWI many soldiers chose to join the Air Force simply to experience the novel and amazing miracle of flight. This WB Yeats poem explores the mind of a pilot as he reflects upon his indifference to the war. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Kris Muhly (Alias Audio) Music by Emmett LaFave Poem by W. B. Yeats 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.

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