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Title: Invictus, by William Ernest Henley Post by: Survive2012 on January 03, 2013, 10:12:46 AM 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 Title: Re: Invictus, by William Ernest Henley Post by: Reality on January 03, 2013, 08:33:29 PM Survive2012,
You have given me a great gift, as I emerge from the darkness to move forward to new visions, new work and choices galore. I will never forget this moment. Reality Title: Re: Invictus, by William Ernest Henley Post by: cfh on January 03, 2013, 09:23:11 PM survive2012
When I first read this I thought to give it to my son... . but then I realized it was for me. Thank you. Title: Re: Invictus, by William Ernest Henley Post by: Survive2012 on January 04, 2013, 02:08:20 AM It was the poem jellibeans Mandela kept reading while in jail.
I'm glad you find it useful. Me too, I keep on reading it and hope it will help keeping me alive. Have a good day! Survive |