Poetry

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(in answer to Walt Whitman)

Captain, I see You steady at the helm,
steering the ship of my life through stormy seas,
and with You at the tiller I have no fear,

yet Your hands and feet carry marks
telling of the cruelty that mere men
had bestowed upon You

and by the glowing stars I reckon
that Your course is ever true
to that uncharted shore beyond the blue

over billowing, rushing waves
that are endlessly breaking
the ship never wavers and never falters

and on the wind, bells are ringing
indicating that the shore must be near
while steadily You still steer.

[Reference: O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Whitman.]

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