Friday, February 27, 2009


Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thanks 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. 

I love this poem. I've read it so many times, I almost have it memorized. Yet, every time I re-read it, there's something in it that moves me, that might not have moved me before. My little brother first introduced it to me a few years ago when he got a tattoo with the word "Invictus" across his arm. He is unconquerable, and he inspires me to be so as well. 

What makes this poem even more amazing, is that it was written from a hospital bed. Just think what could be accomplished if we all had this kind of determination, pride, and strength? 

1. Friends (aka, TY!) being in town for the weekend. =)
2. It's a Friday, so that's pretty sweet.
3. Sour Patch Kids.
4. Aquafina water.
5. Smileys....obviously =)

1 comment:

  1. Annie,

    I've admired this poem ever since I did a report on it way back in the 8th grade. I'm pissed that Timothy McVeigh tainted it by making it his last statement. Did you know that? Creepy, huh?