There's an exception to the rule

Sunday, February 6, 2011

When I said I didn't like poetry, it's true. I don't like most poetry. My main philosophy on poetry is: stop beating around the bush and say it already! However, there is one poem I found that I do like a great deal and I shall leave it for you here. Since it was written in 1875, I don't believe I'm messing with any copyright restrictions. It's by William Ernest Henley.

Invictus

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 the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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