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Walt Whitman


Smitty Werbermanjensen

on 11 May 2010

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Transcript of Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,
Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground,
Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders,
At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,
Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.

Yet a word ancient mother,
You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead
between your knees,
O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white hair so dishevel'd,
For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,
It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead,
The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,
Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave,
What you wept for was translated, pass'd from the grave,
The winds favor'd and the sea sail'd it,
And now with rosy and new blood,
Moves to-day in a new country.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered 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 ribboned 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 anchored 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.

Old Ireland O Captain my Captain! Old Age's Lambent Peaks The touch of flame--the illuminating fire--the loftiest look at last,
O'er city, passion, sea--o'er prairie, mountain, wood--the earth itself,
The airy, different, changing hues of all, in failing twilight,
Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences;
The calmer sight--the golden setting, clear and broad:
So much i' the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence
we scan,
Bro't out by them alone--so much (perhaps the best) unreck'd before;
The lights indeed from them--old age's lambent peaks.

Lincoln's term was rough
The end is near!
Lincoln's had bold objectives
Would not be forgotten
Lincoln's efforts
Shocked at Lincoln's assassination

The nation has to move on
The hard part is over
Celebrate America! For the life and triumph of the 16th president lived from 1819-1892
widely regarded as one of the
best poets in American history
born in New York His first published poetry was
Leaves of Grass, which contained
12 untitled poems. Shortly after, Whitman was mentored
by Ralph Waldo Emerson, another
American author. Soon a second edition
of Leaves of Grass was published. made his living by working as a journalist, publisher, and editor for many different newspapers
fired from one for opposing slavery
nurse in the Civil War Whitman is famous for his free
verse, meaning that most of his
poetry does not have any meter or
(excludes O Captain My Captain) He claimed that he went through
the "Mystic Expirience," and that
influenced his writing style. homosexual
claimed to have six children Biography Bibliography "Walt Whitman Biography." Bio. Biography.com Web 16 April. 2010.<http://www.biography.com/articles/Walt-Whitman-9530126> Whitman, Walt. The Complete Poems of Walt Whitman. Wadsworth Poetry Library. 1995. Print http://famouspoemsandpoets.com/ Harp
God and Whitman
Old woman grieving
Son lives on
Blood > Rose
Depressing to triumphant tone Fire
Sunset transforms the environment
Calm tone Speaker- Whitman himself
Symbolism- The Ship, the Crowd, and Port
Imagery- Exulting and mournful tread
Figurative Language- Lincoln "fallen cold and dead"
Tone- Sorrowful but triumphant at times
Title- Lincoln
Theme- The success of Lincoln's term
Rhyme- Used well; not overdone (no regular pattern)
Meter- No regular meter, but mostly iambic
http://www.types-of-poetry.org.uk/american-poetry/index.htm suffered stroke in 1873
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