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Invictus
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.
- William Ernest Henley, 1875
Art: Leonidas at Thermopylae, Jacques Louis David, 1814
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday's Verse
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2 comments:
It's a lovely poem. And was also Timothy McVeigh's last message, interestingly.
Thanks for posting this, GW. I'm feeling the "menace of the years" these days... ha-ha.
(the thing about McVeigh is interesting too, kg. I did not know that.)
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