Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
Now, i do not claim to be good at literature, nor is this an attempt to be pompously important.
I have given up my much treasured chance to study lit as a student long ago, but am still yet a fan. This poem uplifts me whenever i feel invisible, dead and defeated; when even platitudes from my darlings can't.
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
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
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,
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:
I am the captain of my soul.
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
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