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…

leda and the swan

I’mĀ also currently doing some research into the Greek myths that enmesh the Trojan War (because Greek myths are fucking great). I just found this devastating poem by Yeats about Leda’s rape by Zeus when he appeared to her in the form of a swan. She subsequently gave birth to his daughter, the infamous Helen, and…