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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.
Walt Whitman, O Captain! My Captain!
Leaves of Grass, 1900
Walt Whitman, O Captain! My Captain!
Leaves of Grass, 1900
Miosótis (pseudónimo)
20.04.2009
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