Walt Withman
O Capitan! My Capitan! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather's 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.
. . .
Walt Whitman – From
"O Capitan! My Capitan!"
It is start with a whisper in my soul, the power of lines, lines of poems that cover my entire heart with their rhythm and their unique silence . . . .
It was with me from the first day of coming to the university, I want something fresh, something beautiful, something as powerful as sun, and I found it very soon, I read the poem "Alone" By Edgar Allan Poe, and that was fantastic, unbelievable, O, I sought and read, lines of poems cover my soul soon after that day, I start reading, and the first Master I were going around was Walt Whitman.
Today I closed the book and put is aside, I was finished reading The Selection Poems by Walt Whitman.
What can I say? Lines was powerful, although I did not like all the poems, and all the ideas said within the lines, but I have a very good feeling inside, and I want to continue in this path, now, in this moment of time, Robert Frost is waiting for me, I knocked the door, some one say hi, and I opened . . . the road not taken is waiting me, all the world is waiting me.
Soodaroo
2004-07-16
8:27 AM
