Feb 02 2007
A tribute to dark poetry…
My friend over at The Ocean’s Dreams has taken to posting dark poetry on her blog. Granted, the poetry she has been posting has been original work…but seeing as how my personal poetry is hopeless, I’ll post one of my favorite poems from all time. This is posted from memory, so the punctuation may not be correct. I looked up the poem for capitalization, though. :)
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Invictus – 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 punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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Why do I like that poem? Well, first of all, I do not find the sentiments expressed by Henley to be true. He was not the master of his fate. He was not the captain of his soul. His poem completely ignores the God of all creation, as stoics tend to do. But the overall tenor of the poem speaks to me for some reason. When I read that I can see paintings in my mind that I would use to display what is going on. It just speaks to me. In my pre-Christian days, I admired the stoic point of view, and I think it is that residual admiration that causes me to enjoy this poem. :)

