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Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 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
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
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.
List Poem – create a list of things that help define your main character in his or her complexity. These can be real things (a broken pen) your character might carry but also abstract concepts (the whisper of his mother the day he skinned his knee). Try to get specific with these details and to describe them in compelling ways.
Lyrical poem from the perspective of one of the characters. What one of the characters wants to say to another or to us.
The story told in a condensed powerful way.
SOLDIER MISSING ON DESERT MANEUVERSSun blinding down behind a lava cone. Dark comes, but not cooling. How long till dawn, till he sees a distant scroll of dust - dancing-devil moving closer, becoming truck to take him back to camp. Another day of seeking shadow at his post, scanning all directions for that dust-devil that doesn\'t come. No truck to the lost horizon. How far can a soldier walk or crawl on two canteens of water? Which blind star might guide him on the death-march home?
Woman Found In Wooded Area
She ran through the woods
to escape him.
He followed the path
knowing he would reach
the same place.
She wore stockings.
The thorns tore at them
and she bled.
When she came out,
her breath was visible
and he could smell her.
Like a deer, she stilled,
hoping he could not see her.
But he could.
—We were the finest.
So the parents blamed the children,
and the children marched barefoot
through the alleys, spray-painting
their age. And the preacher introduced
the word lascivious and accused
the congregation of not tiding
when the daughter died. And the deacon board smoked. And the economists saluted Reagan. And the police called it an economy of dust.
Our meteorologist predicted
a low-pressure system in the abdomen.
And the junkies swore perfume rung the air.
The grocer had his union; the butcher couldn’t
outrun his quarter of spoiled blood. And the girls wore extra rings and caked their skin with Vaseline. And the men slept the afternoon,
growing childishly morose as they dreamed.
And I think I thought we’d burn then, when the
refinery blew, and rust began
to bleed through the whitewashed fence,
when the lawns were done, and the schoolyard darkened,
and the side streets began to split.
Present I run (simple) - I am running (progressive)
Past I ran - I was running
Future I will run - I will be running
Present Perfect I have run - I have been running
Past Perfect I had run - I had been running
Future Perfect I will have run - I will have been running