tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post3426753364798044031..comments2023-06-25T05:58:29.439-04:00Comments on The Realm of the Red Rose: Maritime Races, Poetry, and Butterfly HuntsEva Bellambihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15302724705163071907noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918624843382745735.post-27546791880367062262007-09-18T06:53:00.000-04:002007-09-18T06:53:00.000-04:00Ah, your grace, thank you for posting "An Irish Ai...Ah, your grace, thank you for posting "An Irish Airman". One of my favorite poems in English, it is. I find these lines to be perfect: <BR/><BR/>Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,<BR/>Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,<BR/>A lonely impulse of delight<BR/>Drove to this tumult in the clouds;<BR/>I balanced all, brought all to mind,<BR/>The years to come seemed waste of breath,<BR/>A waste of breath the years behind<BR/>In balance with this life, this death.<BR/><BR/><BR/>H.Hotspur O'Toolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08222149865235117975noreply@blogger.com