martes, 17 de julio de 2012

Todo seguirá igual

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. 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' [William Butler Yeats, 1918] (Imágenes: 'Sólo los ángeles tienen alas', Howard Hawks, 1939)