Walt Whitman - O Captain! My Captain!

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O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman

O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.
    But O heart! heart! heart!

        O the bleeding drops of red!

            Where on the deck my captain lies,
                Fallen cold and dead.

O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills
For you bouquets and wreaths for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.
    O Captain! dear father!
        This arm beneath your head;
            It is some dream that on the deck
                You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.
The ship is safe and sound, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
    Exult, O shores! and ring, O bells!
        But I, with silent tread,
            Walk the spot my captain lies
                Fallen cold and dead.

Comments

[lonely-lycanth.livejournal.com]

I love this poem.

Also, Dead Poets Societyyy!

[starfoozle.livejournal.com]

I'm literally still teary-eyed from watching Dead Poets Society for the first time, like, five minutes ago, and then I come on here and find this. Oh, ironic timing. *sniffles a little*

[mercury-sound.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this poem in every way: On its own as an hommage to Lincoln, in DPS ... everywhere. :D