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December 13, 2005

One of my all-time favourites.

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, unfraid.

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 (1849-1903)

2 Comments leave one →
  1. the Monk permalink
    December 17, 2005 2:14 AM

    that is brilliant…Henley, is it?should get more stuff of his…

  2. December 19, 2005 8:28 AM

    hmmm…. never thought you would post before february lovely poem though

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