Mourning his loss: Seamus Heaney

Irish poet Seamus Heaney has passed away today at the age of 74. The Nobel laureate is considered one of the greatest Irish poets, and his work is felt by many to capture the essence of Ireland and the Irish condition.

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Mighty, mighty me

Mighty, mighty me
Frightening and menacing
Falling on my butt
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INVICTUS: William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley

 Invictus

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.