Whitman's "My Captain," in memory of President Lincoln, each man and woman recite this section.
School activities are more suitable in terms of length and meaning. Other English poems that can be divided into male and female roles all describe love, so school activities are not suitable. The original text and explanation are provided below
Oh, Captain! My Captain!
---By Walt Whitman
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is worn,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
< p>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.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up --for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores 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
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or 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 ;
Exult, O Shores! and ring, O bell!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Chinese translation:
Captain! My captain!
Walter Whitman
Ah, Captain! My captain! The terrible voyage is completed;
The ship has endured all risks and achieved its goal.
The harbor is in sight, the bells are ringing, and people are rejoicing.
Thousands of pairs of eyes are watching the ship - steady, brave and determined.
But it’s sad! Sad! Sad!
Look at the drops of bright red blood!
On the deck lies my captain,
He goes down, cold and farewell.
Ah, Captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Rise up, the trumpet will sound for you, the flag will be hoisted high for you;
To greet you, many bouquets and wreaths - waiting for you , thousands of people flock to the shore;
They shout to you, crowding around, raising their eager faces;
Ah, Captain! Dear father!
My arms support your head!
Could it be a dream: On the deck
You go down, cold, and never see you again.
My captain was silent, his lips were pale and motionless;
My father felt no arm, no pulse, no last words;
Ship Dropped anchor and arrived safely; the voyage was over;
Going back through hardships and dangers, we achieved the goal of victory.
Ah, the bells on the shore are ringing, ah, the people are rejoicing!
But I am on the deck, beside the captain,
My heart is sad and my steps are heavy:
Because he fell, cold and gone forever.
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