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.
William Ernest Henley
4 comentaris:
Te falta poner un video de la Haka.... Por lo demás, el poema es de cabecera. A más no poder, cada mañana lo lees y vas con un poquito más de energía.
"Doy gracias a Dios por mi invicta alma..."
Saps qui recitava aquest poema mentre era executat?
Tim McVeigh?
EXACTE!
I el van executar una setmana abans dels atemptats de l'11-S.
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