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.
Invictus – undefeatable
Wince – to make sudden quick movement to show you are feeling pain
Bludgeon – to hit somebody several time with heavy object
Wrath – very great anger
Menace – a danger or threat
Strait – narrow
This is the poem “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley. It reflects the theme of human resilience and strength in the face of adversity. The speaker expresses gratitude for their “unconquerable soul” despite enduring great hardships and challenges. The poem emphasizes personal empowerment, showcasing a determination to remain unafraid of the trials of life and proclaiming self-mastery over one’s fate and destiny, regardless of external circumstances.