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 the 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 the 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!
The 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.
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It is a very beautiful poem. I like its rhythm. Before your blog, I have read the poet in Chinese form. At that time, I thought the poem was boring to some extent. It seemed to me that it was just a story, which described a dangerous voyage. Though the death of the captain was sad, I did not feel myself moved. But when I read your blog, I found myself was totally wrong. Now I thought when you read a poet in its original language, you can feel the emotion and the situation or scenery which the poem describes better. So I should say:”thank you for your poem.”
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