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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
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-
-- 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.
-- {{< br >}}
-- 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.
-- {{< br >}}
-- 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.
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-
-## Footnotes
-<!-- editorconfig-checker-disable -->
-[^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}
-<!-- editorconfig-checker-enable -->
-[^2]: The bugle is a small trumpet implicated in the military industrial complex.
-
-[^3]: Another footnote. Why not?