I am definitely in a mood!!
But it’s a mood in which I am soothed by the words of William Butler Yeats.
So I will share some of my favorite poems, along with some pretty pictures.
By next week, I should be back to bees, gardening and cooking with honey!!
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 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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Beautiful Poem and Photography together for a wonderful post.
It is pouring in NH storms brewing to the south and west and I had the camera already for some shots of our sky tonight.
Can’t wait till you get back to the daily grind lol
Eunice
I hope you post some of those photos!!
xo Deb
You can count on it as long as we have power I shall BLOG lol my photos
I’ve loved this poem since I first read it many years ago at school. It has a very sad beauty to it x
I love it too. ..
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I love W.B. YEATS <3 <3!!!!
Beautiful pink photos, Deborah. Hope all improves soon x
Everything is sparkles and roses!! Thanks for your good wishes, Emma!
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