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
The word ‘unconquerable’ is key to the poem. After the negativity that went before, the poet introduces the idea of strength and invincibility; he is establishing the theme that he will carry through the poem.
Invictus