Thursday, July 15, 2010

Invictus

 Invictus 
by William Ernest Hendley by (1849–1903) 

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 bludgeoning 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.

1 comment:

  1. That is an amazing poem, Naomi, and I'm honored for the privilege to trade comments with you. Shalom
    L'Chaim!!

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