agree: the film is beautiful and so is the whole poem.
I'm around all the public and also give correct attribution:)
Invictus 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 Marshall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments
the scroll,
I am the master of my fairies
I am the captain of my soul.
(William Ernest Henley)
not won
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the
Pit goes from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods
they are for my unconquerable soul. In the fell
clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud anxiety.
Under the blows of the ax
fate of my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror
of shadows, yet the menace of
years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments
life.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
A better translation (which keeps the metric original):
From the bottom of the night overlooking
as hell, pole to pole, black,
thank whatever god there
so proud for my soul.
In raw claw events
I have not winced nor cried ever.
Under the blows of chance events
The head is injured and not bent.
Over 'I cried and cried site
incumbent of darkness horror.
Yet every challenge in the years
I found, and will, without fear.
As the road is narrow,
How many penis the scroll has severe
am master of my fate:
And the soul of my knuckles.
(wikipedia)
Tonight I threw up.
acid that melts as it passes the throat is always a time.
Always the same breath, the heart that threatens to explode.
not change the coolness with which I do not care to spare me vomit dirty face, lips, hands.
is not out of training the clinical eye that scours the pulp from the stomach to find out what is and what is missing. I
returns a lunch: I did not want but it still lacks some of the dinner in spite of myself then I must continue, even with a mouthful of the bitter salad floating in the stomach for several hours now.
returns a lunch: I did not want but it still lacks some of the dinner in spite of myself then I must continue, even with a mouthful of the bitter salad floating in the stomach for several hours now.
have known for years this blind fury.
Something is different though.
I stop.
I stop before the bile, before being certain that my stomach is empty.
I stop and I look in the mirror with a look of understanding that comforts me.
I stop and come back to life.
And I know that is not something that will be repeated soon.
know it is not collapsed around the world, that nothing has happened so terrible.
I know that I am no longer a slave of a vicious circle.
It 'happened, and I know why.
Now it is time.
I know that can happen to distract me and lose the rudder.
The main thing is to remember of my hands and know that you just reach back and resume in hand at the helm of my life.
As the road is narrow,
How many have severe punishments the scroll,
I am master of my fate:
And the soul of my knuckles.
There are a lot of blogs that I want to comment, to Dony in the first place ... I apologize if I have not done it yet? I think there a lot, really!
Lety, welcome back!
I embrace you as if I had before me.
