Poetry Breakfast #17 – Invictus

Salsus
(so sorry, William Ernest Henley)

Out of the fat that covers me,
Bronze as the gods from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the hot pan of sizzling
I have not hissed nor popped aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of turning
My body’s wrinkled, but unbowed.

Beyond this pan of heat that sears
Looms but the Horror to be endured,
And yet the promise of the years
Finds, and shall find, me fully cured.

It matters not how straight my line,
How charged with garnishments the bowl.
I am the flavors most divine:
I am the captain of my soul.

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 punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/invictus/