Dead Poets and Dark Caves

This blog was inspired by the 1989's Dead Poets Society, a movie about an English Professor John Keating (Robin Williams) who inspires his students to a love of poetry ,to seize the day and to disrupt the status quot. Keating tells them about the Dead Poets Society when he was a member and his students decide to start the club again...meeting at midnight sitting by a cave near a pond and recite poetry.

This will be like the cave, accept for the fact that it is on the Internet and not in an actual cave! This blog will be a metaphorical cave...recite poetry, write poetry, and learn to love poetry!

SAPPY LOVE DRENCHED..."roses are red violets are blue"...WILL NOT APPEAR ON THIS BLOG!

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. 193.

O Captain! My Captain!

1O 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!
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O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.


2O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
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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,
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You’ve fallen cold and dead.


3My 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;
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Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead