out of the night that covers me,
black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank what ever 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 straight the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesíaPoetry that I myself have read and enjoyed over the years. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do and know that most of these are by famous poets, they are classic poems and stories.
