Invictus (picture)

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. 1849–1903


Anonymous said...

Magnificent photo!
And the poem. I remember my mom reciting this to me when I was a child. It's a keeper.

Aunt Gail

christine said...

I wish the photo was mine but its not I'm afraid.

Yes I heard this poem for the first time in the film Invictus yesterday at the cinema and was instantly drawn to it because of its relevance to me right now!