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12x18, Mixed media on canvas, 2020
Invictus (The title is Latin for "Unconquered") William Ernest Henley (1849~1903) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods maybe 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. Áö¿Áó·³ ¾îµÎ¿î ³²±Ø¿¡¼ ºÏ±Ø±îÁö ¿ÂÅë ³ª¸¦ µÚµ¤°í ÀÖ´Â ¹ãÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ, ³»°Ô ºÒ±¼ÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À» ÁֽŠ¸ðµç ½Åµé²² °¨»çÇϳë¶ó. ÀÜȤÇÑ È¯°æÀÇ ¼Õ¾Æ±Í¿¡¼µµ ³ª ¿òÃ÷¸®°Å³ª ¼Ò¸® Áö¸£Áö ¾Ê¾Ò³ë¶ó. ¿ì¿¬À¸·Î °¡µæ Âù ¿î¸íÀÇ ¸ÅÁú ¾Æ·¡ ¸Ó¸®¿£ ÇÇ Èê·Áµµ, ±ÁÈ÷Áö´Â ¾Ê¾Ò³ë¶ó. ºÐ³ë¿Í ´«¹°ÀÇ ÀÌ ¼¼»ó ³Ê¸Ó ¾îµÒÀÇ °øÆ÷¸¸ÀÌ ºñÄ¥Áö¶óµµ, ±× ¼¼¿ùÀÇ À§Çù¿¡ Áö±Ýµµ ¾ÕÀ¸·Îµµ ³ª µÎ·Á¿öÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀ¸¸®. õ±¹ÀÇ ¹®ÀÌ ¾Æ¹«¸® Á¼¾Æµµ, ¿î¸íÀÇ µÎ·ç¸¶¸®°¡ ¿Â°® Çü¹ú·Î °¡µæÇصµ »ó°ü¾ø¾î, ³» ¿î¸íÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀº ³ª. ³» ¿µÈ¥ÀÇ ¼±ÀåÀº ³ª. |