 |
|
Από την ταινία Dead Poets Society (σκηνοθεσία Peter Weir, σενάριο Tom Shulman), 1989.
|
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.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), “O Captain! My
Captain!” (1865),
Leaves of Grass, 1855-1892.
Leaves of Grass, 1855-1892.
