Am gasit pe net, din nou, din intamplare (sau nu?!), pentru a treia sau a patra oara, poezia Invictus. Cred ca o stiu de prin clasa a 10-a sau a 11-a si imi place sa cred ca, la un moment dat, m-a influentat in bine. Cert este ca am invatat-o pe dinafara desi nu mi-am propus asta.
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.
– Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Wikipedia mai zice:
At the age of 12 Henley became a victim of tuberculosis of the bone. In spite of it all, in 1867 he successfully passed the Oxford local examination as a senior student. But a hospital was to be Henley’s University. His diseased foot, treated by crude methods, had to be amputated directly below the knee. Worse yet, physicians announced the only way to save his life was to amputate the other also. Henley fought this with all his spirit. He came out with his foot and his life. He was discharged in 1875, and was able to lead an active life for nearly 30 years, though he was of course a cripple. With an artificial foot, he suffered horribly all his life from his disease before it killed him at 54. “Invictus” was written from a hospital bed.