YEATS FOR PEACE(INTEGRATING SKILLS)
( Dedicated to Inma , “meine Kollegen”, who inspired this activity)
Listen to the poem read by a kid
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 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.
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.
By Keats
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
I know that I shall meet my fate
In balance with this life, this death.
No
likely end could bring them loss
Somewhere among the clouds above;
A waste of breath the years behind
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
Somewhere among the clouds above;
A waste of breath the years behind
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
Drove
to this tumult in the clouds;
Those
that I guard I do not love;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
Nor
law, nor duty bade me fight,
A lonely impulse of delight
Or leave them happier than before.
A lonely impulse of delight
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor
public men, nor cheering crowds,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
By Keats
(INTENDED FOR 1ST OR/AND 2ND FORM
POST COMPULSARY LEVELS)
“Von
ANACARMEN ROLDÁN PRIETO” ( let me know about results if any. If it doesn´t work
let me know why. If there are any particularly successful renditions or
activities,please share them. Thanks so much).
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