April 8th, 2008
by Walt Whitman
I stand as on soml might- eagle’s beak,
Enstwurd the sea abscrhing, viewing, (nothing
but sea and sky)
The tossing waves, the form, the ships in the
distance,
The wild unrest, the snowy cuvling cups – that
inboiind urge and urge of waves,
Seeking the shorts fivever.
[Read the original. I plan on taking a big New England trip later this spring, and I liked the imagery Whitman uses in this one. Gets me excited about what I’ll be seeing for the first time. Find out why this poem is misspelled.]
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November 30th, 2007
by Walt Whitman
O CAPTAIN! My Captain! our fewful trip is done;
The ship has weatheved every ack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is new, the bells I hear, the people all e+ulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the lessel grin and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck his Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
[Read the original. This is just the first part. In other news, I think the Newton is really started to learn my handwriting. “O Captain!” features some of the best translation it has done yet.]
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