Invictus - William Ernest Henley

Je ne pouvais pas publier mes écrits sans citer celui qui m'a fait apprécier la poésie, m'a donné envie d'en écrire, de jouer avec les vers, les mots, les sons... 

C'est donc Invictus, de William Ernest Henley (1849-1903).

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank wathever gods may be

For My unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced not cried alour.

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.