WALT WHITMAN poetry O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! English TEXT Poem

 

War Poems

Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain!

(1865)

 

Poetry from book:

Leaves of Grass

 

US literature

Original full English text

 

O captain! My captain! ” is a poetry written by the American poet Walt Whitman in honor and after the death of the President of the United States Abraham Lincoln, assassinated while at the theater by a actor: John Wilkes Booth, on the evening of 14 April 1865.

Walt Whitman’s poem: “O Captain! My Captain!” was first published in October 1865 in the pamphlet “Sequel to Drum-Taps” which assembled 18 poems regarding the American Civil War, was later republished in the book “Leaves Of Grass” by Walt Whitman, in 1867.

Walt Whitman (Walter Whitman, West Hills, May 31, 1819 – Camden, March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist, and journalist. Walt Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. Walt Whitman was a visionary ideal that places man as the central moment with respect to the sense of perception and understanding of things, and with his writing he laid the foundations on the concept of what would later become the “American dream” .

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Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!

 

Full English Text

 

 

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.

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Walt Whitman – O Captain! My Captain!

Poetry from the book: Leaves of Grass

US literature (1865)

Full English Text

 

 

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