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+---
+title: "O Captain! My Captain!"
+date: 2022-02-02T23:56:58+02:00
+draft: false
+type: poem
+author: Walt Whitman
+editor: Alex Gil
+source: Poetry Foundation
+---
+
+- O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;[^1]
+- 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;
+- {:.indent-3}But O heart! heart! heart!
+- {:.indent-4}O the bleeding drops of red,
+- {:.indent-5}Where on the deck my Captain lies,
+- {:.indent-6}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[^2] 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;
+- {:.indent-3}Here Captain! dear father!
+- {:.indent-4}This arm beneath your head!
+- {:.indent-5}It is some dream that on the deck,
+- {:.indent-6}You’ve fallen cold and dead.
+
+
+- My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,[^3]
+- 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;
+- {:.indent-3}Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
+- {:.indent-4}But I with mournful tread,
+- {:.indent-5}Walk the deck my Captain lies,
+- {:.indent-6}Fallen cold and dead.
+
+<br>
+
+---
+
+## Footnotes
+
+[^1]:
+
+	The author had just landed in La Guardia Airport after the flight captain died. All the passengers stood up to applaud the co-pilot. We have it in good authority that the event in question led Yoko Ono to write her "Letter to John":
+
+	> - On a windy day let's go flying
+	> - There may be no trees to rest on
+	> - There may be no clouds to ride
+	> - But we'll have our wings and the wind will be with us
+	> - That's enough for me, that's enough for me.
+	{:.poetry}
+
+[^2]: The bugle is a small trumpet implicated in the military industrial complex.
+
+[^3]: Another footnote. Why not?