INVICTUS
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:56 pm
Dear all,
Long long back during the days of Bal-Bharti I studied this poem the first time (STD VII, I think) and it struck a chord somewhere inside. It was as if I had commissioned the English poet to write out a charter for me. Though the poet was listed as "Anonymous" then, the words continued to linger within, for I had found someone who put in words what I could not and yet chosen my life to be. And then, it slowly slid into the background of grey cells making way for other things as I grew up, with just the occasional essence wafting through the years.
I stumbled upon this gem again, recently and thought of sharing with y'all. It does not fail to cause my heart to flutter even now and create kata/ romanch/ goose-pimples. May this poem be one of the guiding beacons of your life as it's been for me. I give you INVICTUS.
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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 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
Long long back during the days of Bal-Bharti I studied this poem the first time (STD VII, I think) and it struck a chord somewhere inside. It was as if I had commissioned the English poet to write out a charter for me. Though the poet was listed as "Anonymous" then, the words continued to linger within, for I had found someone who put in words what I could not and yet chosen my life to be. And then, it slowly slid into the background of grey cells making way for other things as I grew up, with just the occasional essence wafting through the years.
I stumbled upon this gem again, recently and thought of sharing with y'all. It does not fail to cause my heart to flutter even now and create kata/ romanch/ goose-pimples. May this poem be one of the guiding beacons of your life as it's been for me. I give you INVICTUS.
regs
A
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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 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