 Invictus, William Ernest Henley |
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 Oct 17 03, 18:31
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INVICTUS 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. |
  
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 Ornate Oracle  Posts: 9,974 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting |
Hi there!
Just spotted Invictus! Great poem, altho', same as Peggy, I don't agree or empathize with the content, deftly summarized in the finale... Lucky Henley, master of his fate & soul! Wow... Probably my head is still unbowed, but thru' pride (not wanting to admit that I don't know what the hell is happening to the world...LOL...) Stehpen Hawkings, the Brit wheelchaired scientist, says in "A Brief History of Time": "We go about our daily lives understanding almost nothing of our lives"... That's pretty humble coming from this great researcher, altho' in his case, I would say that his head is indeed "unbowed", metaphorically speaking, since his neck is actually sustained by special mechanisms, as is his entire body, plus his use of synthetic speech...geez... Ron, is William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) a modern poet?! Well, never mind...LOL... Cheers to all, Syl*** ·······  ·······Mis temas favoritos
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Pygmalion Invictus Oct 17 03, 18:31 
Cleo_Serapis WOW "P"!
This is wonderful, and ... Oct 18 03, 09:00 jgdittier Dear Pygmalion,
I'm not an advocate of modern ... Apr 1 08, 09:03 Peggy Carpenter Harwood Hi Pygmalion,
Isn't this an moving bit of poe... Aug 15 08, 19:14 
jgdittier Dear All,
Is Henley a modern poet?
My simplistic d... Dec 18 08, 16:08 1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
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