Haliho mindenki...

Korrabban szo volt egy Yeats versrol, az Ir repulo halalarol...bocsi azoktol akik nem beszelnek angolul, de en eppen most kaptam meg mailben....
Tenyleg gyonyoru....

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
by William Butler 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.

Egyensuly a lenyeg......
Horasz