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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.
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---
## Footnotes
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[^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.
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[^2]: The bugle is a small trumpet implicated in the military industrial complex.
[^3]: Another footnote. Why not?
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