K and I sometimes read out poetry aloud at night and try to do some dramatic recitals in the process. Our favourite is this absolutely wonderful-never-fails-to-inspire piece by William Ernest Henley titled Invictus. It is a joy to watch K recite this in all perfection. Works like magic on Sunday nights especially.
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.
So inspiring, isn’t it? Do you have a favourite inspiring piece of poetry? If so, what is it? Please share! 🙂