Wednesday, April 3, 2013

By Willian Earnest 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, my 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.

1 comment:

  1. Having just watched the movie a few days ago I reminding myself that I needed to look up the poem and read it (more of a visual than audial learner) so that I could better be affected by Clint Eastwood's genius. Instead it comes looking for me. Very cool, thanks for sharing. In my interpretation of it, I found similarities to a personal favorite, Thanatopsis, by William Cullen Bryant. I would recommend it if you ever find a spare minute or two in that busy life of yourn