I've had reason to recite it to myself a few times of late.
(Since it was brought to mind with a mention on Music and the Spoken Word a few weeks ago)
Sometimes language is truly a blessing, it's amazing what it can do.
But if you want to be inspired, read about the author here.
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.
4 comments:
I love that poem... And I love your nursery. All of your hard work definitely paid off. I love the pee labor pedi it is the part of your body that may look attractive when giving birth. I hope u r feeling good and not too uncomfortable.
Big fan of this poem...
But are you familiar with the reply to this poem...
http://thebloodynemesis.wordpress.com/2009/07/10/the-souls-captain-reply-to-invictus-orson-f-whitney/
One of my favorite poems of all time. I memorized it for a Victorian Lit class. Knowing about the author and his personal struggles really brings it home. Hang in there, it will get easier.
@ Lee I wasn't familiar with that poem. I do like it, but I think it misinterpret's Henley's poem. I think he is asserting his ability to control his reaction to adversity, rather than asserting his utter independence in the universe. And I think the idea of our agency and will being the only thing that is truly ours (and therefore the only thing we can meaningfully offer to God) is completely compatible with Christianity.
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