Only A Few Poems...
Only a select few poems have I really connected with. I love reading it in general, but alot of poetry for me feels as if it is very disguised to my minds eye. Maybe I come at it from the wrong perspective (of course another explanation could be that I'm not very bright). Alot of song lyrics are like this too. Often the author will respond when asked for an explanation, that it means different things to different people, whatever you get out of it. But at other times I have read a poem which seems very focused and piercing. I like this one:
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