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		<title>Invictus &#8211; Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 08:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For the warriors out there who are still awake and working at 1:45am on Monday morning, here&#8217;s some inspiration to keep you going. This is a spectacular poem by William Ernest Henley written in 1875. The title means &#8220;Unconquered&#8221; in Latin. When I read this poem I get chills, the hair on my arms stands up and I feel the need to either kill something or create something.
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For the warriors out there who are still awake and working at 1:45am on Monday morning, here&#8217;s some inspiration to keep you going. This is a spectacular poem by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Ernest_Henley">William Ernest Henley</a> written in 1875. The title means &#8220;Unconquered&#8221; in Latin. When I read this poem I get chills, the hair on my arms stands up and I feel the need to either kill something or create something.</p>
<p><em>OUT of the night that covers me,<br />
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,<br />
I thank whatever gods may be<br />
For my unconquerable soul.</em></p>
<p><em>In the fell clutch of circumstance<br />
I have not winced nor cried aloud.<br />
Under the bludgeonings of chance<br />
My head is bloody, but unbowed.</em></p>
<p><em>Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br />
Looms but the Horror of the shade,<br />
And yet the menace of the years<br />
Finds and shall find me unafraid.</em></p>
<p><em>It matters not how strait the gate,<br />
How charged with punishments the scroll<br />
I am the master of my fate:<br />
I am the captain of my soul.</em></p>
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