Invictus Analysis

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.  


Submitted by Ley

.: the poem :.

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| Posted on 2008-03-03 | by a guest

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this is the best poem that i ever gonna read because
this is the poem that use the writer his heart and not mind your admirely fan christian arana

| Posted on 2008-03-03 | by a guest

.: :.

this is the best poem that i ever gonna read because
this is the poem that use the writer his heart and not mind

| Posted on 2008-03-03 | by a guest

.: i just love poetry :.

i have read several years ago from my book. it really makes me cry. in fact this poem has to do with my book pacemaker wherein the character suffer as what mr. henly had. it touched my heart

| Posted on 2008-02-06 | by a guest

.: i just love poetry :.

i have read several years ago from my book. it really makes me cry. in fact this poem has to do with my book pacemaker wherein the character suffer as what mr. henly had. it touched my heart

| Posted on 2008-02-06 | by a guest

.: Formalist Criticism :.

Invictus is a Latin word that translates into English as unconquerable. The poem “Invictus” is a personal explanation of William Ernest Henley’s past, present, and future and his inability to be conquered. Since the poem of the unconquerable William Ernest Henley is an original work, in line 1 of stanza 1, and throughout the entirety of the poem, the words “me” and “I” can only be a self reference to Henley.
In the first stanza of the poem, Henley emerges from his dark lonely Hell that had enclosed his entire world. Noticing Henley has capitalized “Pit,” it is obvious he is referring to an actual destination filled with pain and suffering. To further this Hell, Henley writes that its darkness stretched “from pole to pole.” When trying to understand this line, one must think in terms of the Earth’s magnetic poles, north and south. This reference is clearly a connotation to explain the world (his everyday life) he lived in was covered with and belonged to the dark, black Hell he emerges from.
In stanza two, circumstance and chance are given brutal personifications. While circumstance has a barbaric grip, chance is personified with the ability to inflict blunt force trauma. However excruciating the torturous ways of circumstance and chance are to Henley, he was unable to be conquered. The text denotes that circumstance is infrequent and overwrought, while chance is a constant beating that is most frequently carried out. Henley implies these denotations by wording the effects of circumstance in a past tense form, while keeping the bleeding from the beatings of chance in the present tense.
Henley refers to the spiritual realm in stanza three; however, this is not the first time in his poem he has stated his belief in the spiritual realm. In the first stanza, Henley, “thanks whatever gods may be.” By “thanking whatever gods may be,” Henley admits his uncertainty about the superior powers in the spiritual realms. In stanza three, however, a more confident and spiritually knowledgeable Henley notes what is to be encountered after death. Considering Henley was a living, breathing being when he wrote this poem, his reference to “this place” as being filled with wrath and tears is obviously his way of describing society and the physical world. The reference to death is seen in the wording “the menace of the years.” The understanding that time’s only menace is death is understood by realizing an individual’s time is stopped only in death. This menace, death, Henley says “shall find [him], unafraid.”
The reason for Henley’s unwavering composure is fully explained in stanza four. Henley explains his future confidence by stating how “it matters not” how much of a saint or sinner he has been in his life. Henley is in charge of his soul and its direction both in the physical and the spiritual realms. Henley’s personal view of his soul/himself as unconquerable in the past, present, and future are blatantly clear in this text…even through the lens of formalism.

TC Eckstein
tceckstein@yahoo.com


| Posted on 2007-10-31 | by a guest