In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Twohundredtwentyseven
October 7, 2017
|In Daily Post
In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever god may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I faultered not nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance my head was bloody but unbowed. 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.
Invictus
Very good Linda! It’s a great poem. Inspiring and empowering. Thanks for visiting and for the comment.