Invictus
William Ernest Henley
1849 to 1903
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I am the captain of my soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
For my unconquerable soul.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
Under the bludgeonings of chance
Out of the night that covers me,
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
And yet the menace of the years
I am the master of my fate,