I love this poem. Well, I'd forgotten about it until Lesa posted something about it. I remember memorizing it in 9th grade and I'd like to say I could remember some of it. Anyway, I feel it's somewhat applicable right now. Also, we should see that movie sometime.

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


Justin and Carissa said...

Wow-that is a good poem. A fine piece of wisdom for me to contemplate right now. Thanks for sharing!

Lesa said...

Yes! You mentioned me in your blog :] I feel accomplished.

kylie said...

i LOVE this poem. and i don't like very many poems. :)