Sunday, February 3, 2013

Poetry I like: Invictus

This is from the movie, as well as the Lee Rodgers (RIP) website


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

1 comment:

  1. It’s overwhelming to think how a few carefully constructed lines managed to inspire a president and a team captain, ultimately uniting the people of South Africa. It’s one of those things that most people would think had no way of being true. But the reality that it did happen makes the power of this poem even starker.