{"id":850,"date":"2012-08-21T22:39:15","date_gmt":"2012-08-22T03:39:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ruairi.net\/?p=850"},"modified":"2012-08-31T22:44:45","modified_gmt":"2012-09-01T03:44:45","slug":"august-21-poets-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/?p=850","title":{"rendered":"August 21: Poet’s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Tonight I watched the season finale of Bunheads. At the end they gave an ode to Walt Whitman like in Dead Poet’s Society. It was based on the poem below.<\/p>\n

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O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
\nThe ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
\nThe port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
\nWhile follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
\nBut O heart! heart! heart!
\nO the bleeding drops of red,
\nWhere on the deck my Captain lies,
\nFallen cold and dead.<\/p>\n

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
\nRise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills; 10
\nFor you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
\nFor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
\nHere Captain! dear father!
\nThis arm beneath your head;
\nIt is some dream that on the deck,
\nYou’ve fallen cold and dead.<\/p>\n

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
\nMy father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
\nThe ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
\nFrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
\nExult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
\nBut I, with mournful tread,
\nWalk the deck my Captain lies,
\nFallen cold and dead.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Walt Whitman<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  Tonight I watched the season finale of Bunheads. At the end they gave an ode to Walt Whitman like in Dead Poet’s Society. It was based on the poem below. 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:… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-850","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=850"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":852,"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/850\/revisions\/852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=850"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=850"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ruairi.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=850"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}