O CAPTAIN ! MY CAPTAIN !

lundi 6 décembre 2010

O CAPTAIN ! MY CAPTAIN !

by : Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

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.

Rectificatif : "if" est un poème de Rudyard Kipling...


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