Tuesday, 10 July 2012


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.


  1. What a cool blog. I love your choice of poems and poets!

  2. Thank you very much! I will make an effort to upload some more as soon as possible! :P

  3. This is such a beautiful poem... so powerful.
    I really enjoyed reading it... really. Made me feel better - (and I needed it :P). So thank you. :)