Today is The World Poetry Day.
When my mother was dying, I read to her Walt Whitman‘s poem O Captain, My Captain.
It was when I was half way through the reading that I could hardly finish the words, as it reflected the fact she, my mother, was departing. Her ship was ‘leaving rack,’ and her ‘prize was won,’ and I can say no more…
Today I recognize Mr. Walt Whitman….
O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN
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.
Source: Leaves of Grass (David McKay, 1891)
Youtube video with Robin Williams and an excerpt from this great poem, and is an empowering moment for poets…
At this time I must recognize my mother, Babe, who awakened me every morning of my childhood days with a poem from Poet Omar Khayyam
Awake for morning in the bowl of night
Has flung the stones that put the stars to flight
And low the hunter of The East
Has caught the sultan turret in a noose of light
Also I want to thank my 9th grade teacher (a nun) whose name, regretfully, I can not recall but she loved poetry and English Lit so much, her exuberance thrilled me.
@ St. Vincent’s Academy for Women Shreveport, La…
And me… A picture of Bojenn
This is my favorite poem that I’ve written to display today on National Poetry Day
This is my link to my poem and my page
I hope you will enjoy reading poetry today!