Walt Whitman
Ah, captain! My captain! Our terrible trip is over;
This ship has withstood all kinds of tests, and our goal has been achieved;
As the port approached, I heard the bell and people were jubilant.
And with the eyes stabilizing the keel, the ship is stern and bold:
But ah, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops,
My captain is lying on the deck,
Die cold.
Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Get up-the flag flies for you-the horn rings for you;
For you, bouquets and ribbons-for you, the coast is crowded;
They call you, swaying crowd, and their eager faces turn;
Here, captain! Dear father!
This arm under your head;
This is a dream on the deck,
You have died of cold.
My captain didn't answer, his lips were pale and silent;
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse and no will;
The ship has anchored safely and the voyage is over.
From the terrible journey, the winner's ship came with the goal of victory;
Rejoice, shore, ring, bell!
But I, with sad steps,
Walking on the deck, my captain is lying down,
Die cold.
Oh, captain, my captain!
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Translated by Jiang Feng
Oh, captain, my captain! Our sinister voyage is over,
Our ship weathered the stormy waves safely, and the reward we sought has been won.
The port is not far away, I have heard the bell, and thousands of people are cheering and shouting.
We faced our boat and went home peacefully. Our ship is magnificent and brave.
But, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops are flowing,
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Oh, captain, my captain! Get up, please listen to the bell,
Get up, flag, for you, horn, for you.
For you. The shore is crowded with people-countless bouquets, ribbons and wreaths for you.
For you, the bustling crowd are calling and turning their eager faces.
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
Under your head is my arm!
This is a dream on the deck,
You fell, you died, and you became cold.
Our captain didn't answer. His lips were pale and silent.
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse, no life,
Our ship has anchored safely, the voyage has been completed, and it is over.
The victorious ship returned from the sinister journey, and what we sought has been obtained.
Cheers. Oh, the coast! Ho, oh, Hong Zhong!
However, I moved my sad steps lightly.
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Name: Whitman Date of birth: 18 19-1892 Nationality: Whitman was an outstanding American democratic poet in the 19th century. He comes from a peasant family. Worked as a carpenter, compositor, teacher, newspaper editor and clerk. He wrote many poems in his life and compiled them into Leaves of Grass. Whitman's creation is divided into three periods. Before the civil war, his poems mainly opposed slavery and national oppression, praised freedom and democracy, praised working people and described nature and people. During this period, he wrote poems such as My own Song and Crossing Brooklyn Ferry all the way. During the American Civil War, he inspired people to oppose slavery, praised war heroes and mourned the assassination of President Lincoln. Novels, poems and literary works include the collection of poems "Yaqui Valley". After the war, Whitman's poems exposed the hypocrisy of bourgeois democracy, eulogized the European revolutionary movement and praised human material civilization. His poems include The Mysterious Trumpeter and The Road to India. In art, Whitman broke the traditional rhythm of poetry and created a "free body" to fully express his thoughts and feelings. His creation has a great influence on the development of European and American poetry. My own Song, My Drum Song, Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, Mysterious Trumpeter, The Road to India, etc. Walt whitman (18 19 ~ 1892) is the greatest poet in American history. His Leaves of Grass represents the peak of American romantic literature and is a masterpiece of world literature. Leaves of Grass reflects the development of the United States from an agricultural economy to an industrial power before and after the Civil War, and praises the rise of a new nation with a new optimistic voice. Whitman doesn't create for religion and the current system, and doesn't care about the trivial elegance of tea and painting in the upper class. The objects of his praise are drivers, miners, farmers and other manual workers at the lower level of society. He is full of confidence in the future of the United States. He is a true national poet. In style, Whitman completely abandoned the old rules and regulations and expressed his free thoughts in the form of free body. In terms of freehand brushwork, he was influenced by the photographic technology just invented at that time. In addition to the pursuit of taking pictures, there is also a poem that captures the moment when you step on the brakes and shows movement in a static state. More groundbreaking, he broke the religious taboo of 1000 years and sang Comradeshi loudly for the first time. P), and optimistically predicted that a new era of gay love will come, which will promote social progress. More than a century later, the ideals and enterprising spirit expressed in Whitman's poems are still the source of power for homosexuals in the United States and other countries to pursue freedom and liberation. However, Whitman's self-liberation has experienced a tortuous mental journey.