Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday

"…My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still:  
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.
But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, 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 silent tread, 
Walk the spot my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead."

-Walt Whitman
(from O Captain, My Captain)

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