hi! i'm arundhati. i'm 16 yrs old and i just passed my 11th math final by the skin of my teeth.....and now i have a blog!!! so all you sorry readers, get ready for some serious teen angst....for you have just entered a parallel universe where the satire never ends. welcome to my world.
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when i read this poem, i felt all hot and cold...it's beautifully written. William Henley, the poet suffered from tuberculosis of the bone from a very young age. he spent most of his time in hospitals. he wrote this from his hospital bed.
and fyi, invictus is the latin word for invincible.
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 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
impressive,very impressive
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