Far from for Kiltartans Poor He Died
William Butler Yeats poems in memory of Major William Robert Gregory celebrate him as an Irish airman, not giving the fact that he was a lover of the empire and stood against everything the poor of Kiltartan loved or wanted.
This poem explored that aspect of Lady Gregorys son, who did not share his mothers politics.
He died far from Kiltartans poor being shot down by friendly fire in Italy, and far from for them in fighting for Crown and Country. Its the latest of the poems restored that were on it before the site crashed last year!
Far from Kiltartans poor he died
As to fight for his dream he tried
To outdo his enemy he vied
Only by his own to be shot down
And a poet who of the war vowed not to write
As it was no a writers war to fight
Nor a fit subject for verse in his sight
Wrote of an allied airman who fought for the crown
For far from the cause of liberty
So for Serbia and Belgium to be free
And Ireland too – far from that he
Wore uniform among the clouds
It was for empire to remain great
To be the worlds most powerful state
White, English, of the Reformed faith
He died, far from Kiltartans crowds
For it was far from fighting for Kiltartans poor
He died far from Kiltartan it is sure
He desired to keep them so, his heart was pure
British, to the very bone.
And the Kaiser, whose forces he faced
Whose Empire his own displaced
Was no more Kiltartans enemy disgraced
Than was the Hero from among their own.