It's Poetry Month!! -- William Ernest Henley

[chamuda]

I'm heartsick about what's been happening in Boston and the environs this week.  It has been made even more so for me because I have close family who live in Watertown, MA.

So, I thought I'd use this as an opportunity to share another of my grandfather's favorites.

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.

Comments

[ainsley]

That's one of my favorites, too.