The speaker wishes the captain were there to see and feel the excited people onshore and wills his body to rise up from under the deck. While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, At the beginning of the poem, the captain-less ship sails home to port and are greeted by a celebrating crowd. It is an elegy devoted to a deceased “Captain.” He was a great leader and someone, the speaker, knew the world would miss.
This piece is perhaps Whitman’s most popular and well-analyzed. The experience also opens his mind enough so that he realizes that nothing he does, in the way of jobs or careers, would put his true self at risk. The natural world allows him to shake off some of the clutter of his everyday life and free his mind. As is common within his poetry, it is through nature that Walt Whitman’s speaker finds himself. This poem is about a speaker’s dedication to maintaining his current mental and emotional state of being in the face of the challenges the world throws at him. Imbued as they-passive, receptive, silent as they,įinding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, Master of all, or mistress of all-aplomb in the midst Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, He is part of the circle of life and death, and by the end of the poem, the fear associated with entering into the afterlife has dissipated. He is grateful to have found someone to spend his last moments with. This is something that seems miraculous to the speaker. The poem begins with the speaker telling his reader that someone, like a single drop from the ocean, “came” to him. In this lesser-known piece, Walt Whitman describes the last words of a narrator’s dying lover and his assurances they will find one another again in the rolling ocean. I have travell’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,įor I could not die till I once look’d on you, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
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