O Captain! My Captain!

Viewed 1450 times

O Captain! My Captain!

by Walt Whitman

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!
                        The 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.

Readers rating: 5 out of 5
Rate it
comments powered by Disqus
     

Miscellany


Other poems by Walt Whitman (read randomly)

Earth, round, rolling, compact--suns, moons, animal …
words to be said;
Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances--beings, premon

A line in long array where they wind betwixt green …
They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in …
Behold the silvery river, in...

Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (for we are o …
That should i after death invisibly return,

Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter fr …
And come to the front door, mother--here's a letter …
son.

Darest thou now, O Soul,
Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region,
Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path

HE is wisest who has the most caution;
He only wins who goes far enough.
ANY thing is as good as established, when that is e

Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, day a …
The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest love …
alarmed, uncertain,

Earth! my likeness!
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric the …
I now suspect that is not all;

SUDDENLY, out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lai …
of slaves,
Like lightning it le'pt forth, half startled at its

A GREAT year and place;
A harsh, discordant, natal scream out-sounding, to
touch the mother's heart closer than any yet.

Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and em …
Homer with all his wars and warriors--Hector, A...