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O LIVING always—always dying!: O the burials of me, past and present! O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not—I am content;). It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain, my Captain.'
Whitman's notes for a revision of 'O Captain! My Captain!'
Whitman's lecture on Lincoln, invitation, 1886
'O Captain! My Captain!' is an extended metaphorpoem written in 1865 by Walt Whitman, about the death of American president Abraham Lincoln. The poem was first published in the pamphlet Sequel to Drum-Taps which assembled 18 poems regarding the American Civil War, including another Lincoln elegy, 'When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd'. It was included in Whitman's comprehensive collection Leaves of Grass beginning with its fourth edition published in 1867. The poem emphasizes grief and sorrow.
Text[edit]
Autograph fair copy, signed and dated March 9 1887, of Whitman's poem 'O Captain! My Captain!', according to the 1881 edition
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.
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.
Analysis[edit]
Walt Whitman composed the poem 'O Captain! My Captain!' after Abraham Lincoln's assassination in 1865. The poem is classified as an elegy or mourning poem, and was written to honor Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president of the United States. Walt Whitman was born in 1819 and died in 1892, and the American Civil War was the central event of his life. Whitman was a staunch Unionist during the Civil War. He was initially indifferent to Lincoln, but as the war pressed on, Whitman came to love the president, though the two men never met.[1]
'O Captain! My Captain!' became one of Whitman's most famous poems, one that he would read at the end of his famous lecture about the Lincoln assassination. Whitman became so identified with the poem that late in life he remarked, 'Damn My Captain...I'm almost sorry I ever wrote the poem.'[2]
In popular culture[edit]
A musical version of the poem appears on Carolyn Hester's 1965 live album At Town Hall.[3]
The song was translated to Hebrew by Naomi Shemer; it was set to music and performed by Israeli singer Meital Trabelsi in a television special that aired on the first anniversary of the assassination of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, and this rendition has been associated with the event ever since in Israel.
After actor Robin Williams' death in August 2014, fans of his work used social media to pay tribute to him with photo and video reenactments of the Dead Poets Society 'O Captain! My Captain!' scene.[4]
See also[edit]
References[edit]
- ^Peck, Garrett (2015). Walt Whitman in Washington, D.C.: The Civil War and America's Great Poet. Charleston, SC: The History Press. p. 85. ISBN978-1626199736.
- ^Peck 2015, p. 120.
- ^Planer, Lindsay. Carolyn Hester At Town Hall at AllMusic. Retrieved April 16, 2014.
- ^Idato, Michael (14 August 2014). 'Robin Williams death: Jimmy Fallon fights tears, pays tribute with 'Oh Captain, My Captain''. The Sydney Morning Herald. Retrieved 2014-11-15.
External links[edit]
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- O Captain! My Captain! public domain audiobook at LibriVox
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