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For Robin
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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:
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 a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
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 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;
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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Couldn't believe it at first. Which is strange, because I'm not usually the sort of person who goes into denial. Heath Ledger's dead? Damn, that sucks. Philip Seymour Hoffman OD'd? What a shame. He'll be missed.
Robin Williams though... I mean, I literally couldn't believe it. And that was before I found out about the suicide thing.
I've had How About You stuck in my head for two days; now I'm trying to remember if it started before or after I heard the news. (If the former... well, that's pretty damn eerie.)
I'm not a big poetry guy, but I felt compelled to look up the full text of O Captain! My Captain!. Turns out it's more apropos than I could've imagined.
I don't normally get choked up over celebrities, but just this once I think I'll make an exception.
Aw, fuck it... I love you, Robin.
www.youtube.com/watch?…
Robin Williams though... I mean, I literally couldn't believe it. And that was before I found out about the suicide thing.
I've had How About You stuck in my head for two days; now I'm trying to remember if it started before or after I heard the news. (If the former... well, that's pretty damn eerie.)
I'm not a big poetry guy, but I felt compelled to look up the full text of O Captain! My Captain!. Turns out it's more apropos than I could've imagined.
I don't normally get choked up over celebrities, but just this once I think I'll make an exception.
Aw, fuck it... I love you, Robin.
www.youtube.com/watch?…