My Inner Life
'Tis true my garments threadbare are,
And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
Than any poet's dream.
For I've a hidden life no one
Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
May share with me.
Aloof I stand from out the strife,
Within my heart a song;
By virtue of my inner life
I to myself belong.
Against man-ruling I rebel,
Yet do not fear defeat,
For to my secret citadel
I may retreat.
Oh you who have an inner life
Beyond this dismal day
With wars and evil rumours rife,
Go blessedly your way.
Your refuge hold inviolate;
Unto yourself be true,
And shield serene from sordid fate
The Real You.
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Who wrote the poem "My Inner Life"?
Robert W. Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958)
Robert William Service was a British-Canadian poet and writer. As a bank clerk, he had to travel widely in the Western U.S. and Canada. When his bank sent him to the Yukon, he wrote poems about the Klondike Gold Rush and achieved an immediate and great commercial success. His poems had often been criticized as literarily inferior by the critics, as in the case of Rudyard Kipling, and he was nicknamed “the Canadian Kipling.” This, however, didn’t bother Service, who classified his work as “verse, not poetry.”
"My Inner Life" explanation
In our life, we all face many adversities:
accidents, diseases, ruined relatsionships, financial difficulties, or even
deaths. Often we feel helpless and upset, watching the best and the most
innocent suffer the cruelties of fate. Although we can’t control what will
happen to us, we can control our reaction to it. The ancient Stoic concept of inner
citadel refers to this mental fortress we can build within ourselves where we
can be free from any emotional panic or perturbation, remain calm, and make the
most out of any situations. It is a practical skill that anyone can learn and
can give us a great deal of courage and wisdom to overcome many adversities in
our life.
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