An Irish Airman Foresees His Death – by W.B. 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.

I remember reading this poem in senior high, and I stumbled upon it just recently, so I thought I’ll share it with you guys. Would like to know your interpretations about the piece. It was written in honor of Major Gregory, an Airman who fought and died in war against Germany in World War I.

It’s no news that Goldie is mostly inspired by Gaga’s fashion, and truth be told, I respect her for it. She gets it right or sometimes very close to it. But then I wonder, how well can she keep up?

Immediately I saw this picture of Mother Monster, I fell in love, and I couldn’t wait to share it with y’all. *kiss*