pink-121015 2011-10-27 10:37
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.
by William Ernest Henley
keephealthy 2011-10-27 17:58
no comments on this poem?
dumbfrog 2011-10-27 20:16
OK...sorry I do get the meaning at all.
"I am the captain of my soul." = I am in charge of my life???:lol:
pink-121015 2011-10-27 21:42
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In some degree, you are right!
gzb161 2011-10-27 22:24
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forumdiv3r 2014-3-15 00:44
Interesting poem. One should always live his own life to fullest without letting others to make you down.:excellence
skipper 2018-6-3 21:45
holly shit ,you seems like a poet,
I admire you ,my super star
