Dead Poets Society

Screengrab via Dead Poets Society IMDb Page.

We’ve been on vacation this week, so this post is a bit light. But we did watch The Dead Poets Society on the trip, which I enjoyed, and was surprised i’d never seen the whole way through before.

One of the best parts of the movie being the focus on Walt Whitman’s poem about President Lincoln’s passing: O Captain! My Captain! Which i’ll put in its entirety below (format from the Poetry Foundation):

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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.

Augusta

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