Thursday, 8 October 2015

I am the captain of my soul



It's National Poetry Day, apparently.

To celebrate, how about a bit of a poetic pick-me-up? This is a great one for one of those days when everything seems to be conspiring against you...

Invictus
by W.E. 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, me 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.


And here's the late, great Alan Bates to read it:



National Poetry Day

2 comments:

  1. Who knew! I have no favorite poem to recite right now, but a few dirty limericks come to mind! *clink*clink darling!

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    1. From my favourite, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, an appropriate one:

      "Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
      I heard a voice within the Tavern cry,
      Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
      Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."


      Jx

      PS Or, alternatively:

      "A busy young lady named Gloria
      Was had by Sir Gerald du Maurier
      And then by six men,
      Sir Gerald again,
      And the band at the Waldorf-Astoria."

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