"O Captain! My Captain!" is a poem by Walt Whitman. It was written in homage to Abraham Lincoln after his assassination in1865.After the assassination of Isreali Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin in 1995, the famous Israeli poet Naomi Shemer translated the poem into Hebrew and composed her own melody, making it a popular song in memorial services. I recollect practising this one for recitation competion, at GSp sir's home, during my 6th std. I think Arun Jacob got to sing it on stage. (Jacob,, just confirm da..)
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
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 ribboned 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 anchored 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.
------------------ Walt Whiman
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This was a favorite during our time too.. 1974-982. The Memoirs are intersting..
Whitman is terrific indeed. Look at this from Leaves of Grass.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre for your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
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