Invictus

 
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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.

[ via dubious wonder ]

Comments

[trouble]

Thanks for the link, Sweetie. Great use for the poem, it really fits.

[danbarkley]

Hey Everyone!

My name is Dan Barkley and I am a law student at the Seattle University School of Law. I also work as one of the Content Development Editors for the Seattle Journal for Social Justice. We are currently working on an issue devoted to the continuing effects of Hurricane Katrina on New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. Because we are an interdisciplinary journal devoted to the mission of furthering social justice issues, we often print poetry and other creative artwork, and it is in this regard I am contacting you. I'm hoping someone (like you, or someone you know) might 1) be interested in having your work featured, or 2) have any ideas of writers who would like their New Orleans and Katrina-related work to be featured in our journal.

We would need submissions by October 24, and I would be very appreciative of any leads you could send me.

Best,

Dan Barkley
Content Development Editor
Seattle Journal for Social Justice