Sunday, March 31, 2013

INSTRUCTIONS

Please go to the first post, which is a copy of the poem "O Captain! My Captain!  Once you have read the poem, move through each of the posts, in the order they were posted (from bottom up), giving your insights into the poem.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Life and Death

Whitman often talks about life and death in his poetry.  How does he bring these two entities together in this poem?

Rhyme

This poem has a rhyme scheme (pattern).  What do you notice about this pattern.  Why do you think Whitman chose to include rhyme in this poem?  (Often the form of a poem enhances the meaning).

The Captain

How does the speaker feel about the captain?  Use evidence from the poem to support your answer.

Metaphors

There are a lot of metaphors in this poem.  Look up an analysis of this poem on the internet and describe the metaphors of the:

1. captain
2. ship
3. the fearful trip

O Captain! My Captain!- poem


O Captain! My Captain!

By Walt Whitman
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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; 10
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; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.