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Mar. 19th, 2010 at 8:09 AM
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
Comments
People create all sorts of wonderful characters and destinations and each year the favourite stories are printed in a book - but there are simply vast amounts of additional tales on various Russian lit forums where i lurk and read - and very much so here on lj.
Even i've had a go (albeit in English)!
The poem you posted sees very much to chime with the mysterious Dutchman and his craft.
EDIT: Well, you know the back story of this poem, I'm sure :)
Edited 2010-03-19 11:15 pm (UTC)
back-story
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oops
it's worth searching the key phrase вавилонский голландец to see what you find :))
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