[For my unconquerable soul]
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.
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This seems to be becoming my place to record poetry that I find.
Pay attention. I'm educating. This is literature. It's important.
This one ^*points*^ I found being read out on Youtube. You should search it, it's powerful.
I sometimes wonder if people read things like this and feel nothing...
Life wouldn't be worth living.
+_+
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.
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This seems to be becoming my place to record poetry that I find.
Pay attention. I'm educating. This is literature. It's important.
This one ^*points*^ I found being read out on Youtube. You should search it, it's powerful.
I sometimes wonder if people read things like this and feel nothing...
Life wouldn't be worth living.
+_+