Thursday, March 30, 2006

Weekend Assignment #105: Poetry in Motion

Weekend Assignment #105: Poetry in Motion from;

I can't really say this is my favorite poem, but it's memorable in that I researched and learned it in a high school literature class, about 45  years ago.  Walt Whitman wrote this poem on the occasion of the death of Abraham Lincoln, in 1865. 

         Walt Whitman (1819–1892).  Leaves of Grass.  1900. 

                          O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;  The ship has weather’d 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 ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;   For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;       Here 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 anchor’d 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 mournful tread,           Walk the deck my Captain lies,             Fallen cold and dead.  


plittle said...

Ah, Walt, you were a man both deep, and cold.
So, that's it? You don't have one of your own to share?

lv2trnscrb said...

how much of it did you remember from memory? It is an awesome poem


jeadie05 said...

Thats powerful....... and Mmm not sure !...............Jan xx

robinngabster said...

Last time I heard that poem it was at a funeral...was very moving.

monponsett said...

The Toll House Cookie was invented in Whitman, Massachusetts.