Poem Hunter
(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)


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.

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this poem always makes the darkness seem to melt make me feel that i have some control in world that yells at me to submit surrender and do as i am told.
I hate this poem. I have been looking for a long poem for over an hour and still cant find one
Each time I read it feels 1st time and its few years since the start...
Poetry should be read with passion. This is obviously a robot
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul..... true
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