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Out of the Night that Covers Me…

Posted in Not Political, Poetry with tags , on February 11, 2010 by Black Pumpkin

Obviously, this little blog (which hit 100 posts as of Howard Zinn’s passing) has suffered in recent months.  It started strong but lost a member some time ago, and then things got even spottier.  I tried to recover and that didn’t last long.  And it has only gotten worse from there.  My problems are all mine, so I won’t get into details here.  Let me simply say that I am still here and I am working through the things I need to and will try my damnedest to keep writing here.  And I will try to keep the extreme darkness out of the posts.  If you are one of the few who keep coming back, please don’t stop now.  And if you are new here, well, just know that there is much more to come.

Invictus

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 bludgeoning 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.

by William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

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