O Captain! My Captain

'O Captain! My Captain!' This is a highly moving poem by Whit Waltman on Lincoln. His captain. It is said to be one of his best poems. One of the striking feature of this poem is the mastery of poet in symbolising and encoding the whole true historical narrative, giving it another personality, allegorically. I am inspired by it. I search for my own captain. And I  can only have one such captain. It's likely he can be me, no duality of inside and outside as there is no inside and there is no outside. Here is the whole poem, unabridged.

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.

2 did criticisms:

humanobserver said...

A great peoem... Thanks for sharing with us...

M. Umer Toor said...

as i say... my pleasure :)

Humble regards!

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