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oor wullie


Posted on 2010.02.21 at 14:13
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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.

--William Ernest Henley


hellaine at 2010-02-21 21:54 (UTC) (Lien)
i saw the title and thought you were addressing me for a minute, i was like wha
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2010-02-21 23:11 (UTC) (Lien)
the universe addresses you, my dear - 'tis all a cosmic negotiation...

of course i thought of you when i posted this - great that you commented

(i was mainly thinking of a priest-writer who wrote a poem called "via negativa" (no caps - like me!) - although this composition reminds me more of blake and others)
freaky_rara at 2010-02-22 10:52 (UTC) (Lien)
I like it, it speaks to me too.
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