Date: Tue, 11 Nov 1997 07:08:04 -0500
From: George Trail <gtrail-AT-UH.EDU>
Subject: Re: PLC: la Phil-Lit



>> It matters not how straight the gate,
>>  Or charged with punishment the scroll,
>>  I am the master of my fate,
>>  The captain of my soul!"
>>
>Thad,
>
>help me out! I forgot the rest!  You guys still memorize this?
>
>Not true you know.  They got laws about what I'm allowed to do inmy own
>house, what my dog is allowed to do, etc. etc.
>
>pat

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 bludegonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.

This is number 3 in the list of the worst poems in the language to which
children are exposed. Like number 2 (How do I love thee) it is completely
concerned with how nifty the speaker is (the speaker in How do I love thee
could love a potted plant for all we know).

g




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