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AP test practice,
In Yeats' poem, "An Irish Airman foresees his Death", the speaker sees the realities of war, as well as life. The tone is sad and distant, the airman sees the horrors of war like a falcon, far way. Though the speaker is very aware of his life being in danger, it doesn't seem to affect him. Through his repetition and aliteration of images Yeats establishes a tone of resignation.The Irish have been under the dominion of the English for many years, this kind of sad acceptance is expressed in the poem. The Irishman is resigned to his fate. Any possible outcome of a war he has no purpose fighting won't affect him or his people. He says,
"My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before"
He empahasizes the futileness by using aliteration beteween likely and leave, and the short o sound. The tone nearing the end of the poem, he is almost asking himself why. Why has he joined a in the fight for cause so futile to him?
"The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death."
The year's to come and the years behind, the poet's future and past, are reduced to "a waste of breath" There is a sense of disgust at life in general. The words have a connotation of something brief and purposeless. He sees motives from far above; the cheering crowds and duty other people would die for are far below him. The imagry of the poem:
"A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds"
The first line is a paradox, the connotations of the words lonely and delight are opposites. But the speaker who is so unhappy would find delight in the danger of an airfight, away from the people he probably doesn't relate to. Knowing it is likely his life could end any moment, he accepts his fate and welcomes it.
"In balance with this life, this death."
He finds his death will be as his life was; he will die for a cause as distant from him as his purpose for living was.