by William Ernest 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 strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
This is a poem by Brishish poet William Ernest Henley written in 1875. The title means “Unconquered” in Latin. "Invictus" is also the title of the soon to be released movie based on the life of Nelson Mandela, anti-Apartheid and civil rights leader, and former president of South Africa.
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.
This is a poem by Brishish poet William Ernest Henley written in 1875. The title means “Unconquered” in Latin. "Invictus" is also the title of the soon to be released movie based on the life of Nelson Mandela, anti-Apartheid and civil rights leader, and former president of South Africa.
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