William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903
7. Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance 5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: 15
I am the captain of my soul.
2 comments:
This poem takes me back to my high school days (long, long ago...in a land far away...)
I keep looking for Mike's next blog installment of 'Man Vs. Wild', I watched a bit of it Friday nite...
cindi, i love your innate ability to find something in your vast literary knowledge that soothes me. i will be going to the library,myself, to seek these poets. thank you.
also thanks for the fabrics you sent sara. she is so thrilled, as am i. you did good!
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