"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" SPECS and SLIMS analysis

Image taken from Google images on 13/08/12

To keep your mind on the poetry element of our unit, you will be required to complete some homework this week while we are working our way through the speeches.

Last Friday you looked at Yeats' poem, 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death' (poem is included for you below):

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 county 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.

William Butler Yeats

By Friday morning, you need to have completed a SPECS and SLIMS analysis of this poem (it may be done using dot points) and posted your notes on your blog. Please organise this early so that I do not have to listen to excuses about your blog not working.

I will also post a reminder of the SPECS and SLIMS structure for you to use as a guide :)