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words

l'àlbum del curs

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
in this section we highlight those words, For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance

sentences, texts or poems that someone I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
would have given strength to carry on. My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears

today we present the poem that gave Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
inner strength to nelson Mandela. 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)