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 - Ernest Hemmingway
Just thought it was really cool... so i posted it to keep my blog alive.. until i can really make a post myself... by the way, "Invictus" means unconquered in latin... so here it is... I am the master of my fate : the captain of my soul... though i don't quite agree with that... its cool all the same
1 comment:
It is wonderful that you have finally updated your blog.... please suggest that Sieh Jin does the same... I like this poem it does. I feel something when i read it..
Hope to see more updates on the going ons in your life...
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