Invictus
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I've always been fond of poems. I am also a poet in my own right. Poems feed my soul and my soul breathes poems. I have decided to post one of my favorite poems here. It's a poem by William Ernest Heneley called Invictus. It has made me strong when I was at my weakest. ;-)
| Invictus by: William Ernest Heneley 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. |
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