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[hsifeng]

Thank you for reminding me of this one peostroskie !

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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.

Invictus ~ William Ernest Henley

Comments

[saoirse42.livejournal.com]

I forgot just how much I loved that poem. It's been years since I've read it.

[hsifeng.livejournal.com]

This was the poem that Nelson Mandela read every day while he was imprisoned. I can see why.

PS: I totally got you to log back onto LJ. I am such a sneaky pest! ;)