O Captain! My Captain!
啊，船长！我的船长！
Walt Whitman · 沃尔特·惠特曼
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;
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 a-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 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;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
啊，船长！我的船长！我们可怕的航程已结束，
航船经受住了每一场风暴，我们追寻的奖赏已到手，
港口已近，钟声在耳，人群都在欢腾，
万千目光追随那平稳的龙骨，那严酷而勇敢的船；
可是心啊！心啊！心啊！
那鲜红的血滴，
甲板上躺着我的船长，
倒下，冰冷，死去。
啊，船长！我的船长！起来听听钟声；
起来——旗帜为你飘扬——号角为你吹响，
花束与花环为你准备——海岸为你拥挤，
他们呼唤你，那涌动的人群，急切的脸庞转过来；
这里，船长！亲爱的父亲！
我的手臂垫在你的头下！
这只是个梦，在甲板上，
你已倒下，冰冷，死去。
我的船长不作回答，他的嘴唇苍白而静止，
我的父亲感觉不到我的手臂，他没有了脉搏与意志，
航船已安全锚定，航程已结束，
恐怖的航行中凯旋的船归来，目标已达成；
欢腾吧海岸，鸣响吧钟声！
可我怀着哀悼的步伐，
在甲板上行走，那里躺着我的船长，
倒下，冰冷，死去。
惠特曼悼念林肯之作。凯旋的船与死去的船长——胜利与悲痛被并置在同一幅画面里，成为美国诗歌的巅峰时刻。