Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods there 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.
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.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods there 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.
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.
William Ernest Henley
6 comments:
I LOVE that! Not sure about having a bloody head mind you, but the last two lines are great. A good thing to keep in my mind
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What a fantastic poem! Very inspiring - as is the photograph - a very unconquered looking mountain :)
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
It's the second time this week I've spotted the line in Blogland - I wonder why? Are bloggers feeling hard done by?
"I am the master of my Fate;
I am the captain of my Soul."
That is so true....
Gill in Canada
I'm betting "Invictus" is making the rounds right now after the release of the movie- which I recommend, by the way. The poem is a little hard to catch on screen, but the story is a good one- about the end of apartheid in South Africa and the persistence of the rugby team. Great stuff!
It was nice to read the poem again after so many years- I had read it in my college days. Interesting blog.
Cheers!
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