An Irish Airman Forsees 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;

by William Butler Yeats Click to read full poem

Comments about An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

Michael Walker 18 Sep 2019 08:57
A haunting dramatic monologue. The Irish airman is ambivalent about fighting in the air against Germany. 'A lonely impulse of delight ' is what drove him to the high clouds and danger. He does not hate the enemy, nor does he love his own people. A great poem about patriotism and individual motivation.
peter connor 20 Dec 2017 08:35
One of the great poems...
Jay Blue 25 Jan 2016 11:17
Something about this haunts me. The imagery, yes, but the phrasing steals the show. Incredible verse!
Soumita Sarkar 02 Jan 2016 06:22
excellence.... at the height.
Des Drumm 16 Dec 2013 11:50
This poem has grown on me hugely over the years since my father died. He was from the Republic of Ireland and volunteered for Bomber Command in World War 2, where he flew 32 missions as a rear gunner in Lancasters. This poem has really made me think about his motivations and how he must have felt at night in the skies over Germany. Unfortunately he died 14 years ago so I will never know, since he never spoke much about it and we did not ask enough of the questions while he was alive. Whenever I read the poem it brings back a lot of memories!
Jack Growden 24 Oct 2013 12:08
Really good poem! Yeats is brilliant.
Andrew Hoellering 19 Dec 2009 05:05
The airman realises that the statistical chances of survival are against him the longer he continues as a fighter pilot. His country is Southern Ireland, which unlike the North was not directly involved in WW 1, and therefore will be unaffected by its outcome. Why then does he fight? Not for the usual patriotic reasons; rather because: A lonely impulse of delight/Drove to this tumult in the clouds. From the way Yeats writes it, it is the irresistible impulse that is doing the driving (‘tumult’ suggests something enjoyable, unlike, for instance, ‘dogfight’.) The airman has made a rational decision, and the last lines are beautifully balanced to suggest that neither past nor future can match the danger and excitement of the present.
Kafil Uddin Raihan 06 Aug 2009 03:33
Excellent poem with deep thoughts......
Laura Dawson 01 Apr 2009 06:30
By far my favourte poem... The recurring theme of balance and temperence- classic Yeats and beautifully written in the thoughtful-dream like fashion. Entrancing and prophetic for such a short poem. It has made me think on many occasions- What is the nature of choice? Is it possible to balance all? Is death really so predictable and simple?
Swaminathan Ravikumar 23 Aug 2008 01:06
One of my favorites... a man, totally indifferent of the war, driven only by his pleasure of flying, very nicely portrayed here.
Michael Mcavoy 09 Nov 2007 10:17
I find this typically Yeats...........he conveys the thoughts of the young airman, who finds himself embroiled in the carnage of the Western Front.Despite the almost inevitiability of his own death, he conciously will continue his ariel war against an'enemy ' he neither knows nor loathes.A war conducted against other young men, not unlike himself......the best their country has to offer, also. The melancholy and poignancy which Yeats creates is particularly emotive. in this week of rememberance.The terrible waste and futility of war, was never bettered, even by the acknowledged ww1 poets, at their most convincing. Yeats is a particlar favourite of mine.