This is a poem that is said to have kept President Nelson Mandela going during his time in prison. Perhaps the one that helped save a nation at the end.
A beautiful poem that I just adore that I have recorded and am presenting in the form of a video. Most of the clippings were shot around the place where I stay and the voice is a result of an experimentation in my make-shift studio.
This poem is titled "Invictus" - a short Victorian poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903). It was written in 1875 and published in 1888.
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.
- By William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)
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