He makes them stand on the desk, one at time - why? To see things from a new perspective. Keating, the new English teacher, wants to do the exact opposite. They will follow in their fathers’ disciplined footsteps and be successful lawyers, businessmen, doctors, whatever. So John Keating isn’t like the other teachers at this fancy private school. ![]() And still in others, it shows us how just a little confidence, like Miss Keating gave me, can make us forge ahead with our passion. In others, it opens us up to untapped potential. Unfortunately in some situations, like in this movie, it ends up in tragic situations. But when someone hands you a piece of magic like John Keating, played by Robin Williams, does in Dead Poets Society, you don’t want to let it go. We don’t live in Cinderella or Harry Potter land. Let’s face it, it is tough to find magic in this world. A teacher that commands and inspires, kindles that fire in your loins to live, and see life in everything. If you haven’t seen Dead Poets Society, (And if you haven’t, SPOILER ALERT!!!) it is about that kind of teacher. ![]() Thanks Miss Keating, wherever you are! (Hopefully hoisting a pint in some fun location in Ireland.) And suddenly I felt confident that I could write. She listened and made me feel I could contribute something of value. She was from Ireland and for the first time told me what wrote was good. The first time I was ever moved or inspired by a teacher was in high school, and at my high school those moments were very few and far between. From second grade, to high school, to college, I’ve irritated, been snapped at by, and been tossed out of of classrooms by teachers. And there was something inside me, on my face, in my eyes, that instinctively brought out complete irritation in teachers, which could be part of why I hated school. He was initially indifferent to Lincoln, but as the war pressed on Whitman came to love the president, though the two men never met.Who knew guys who liked poetry could be jocks too? Walt Whitman was born in 1819 and died in 1892, and the American Civil War was the central event of his life. The poem is classified as an elegy or mourning poem, and was written to honor Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president of the United States. Walt Whitman composed the poem “O Captain! My Captain!” after Abraham Lincoln’s assassination in 1865. O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman (read by Graywolf) My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.īut the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done:įrom fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!įallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still: Rise up! for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:įor you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding:įor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning. ![]() O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells! While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, The ship has weathered every wrack, the prize we sought is won. O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done! EIL 4.3 Spenser, Gawain, and Arthurian ContextĪ draft of “O Captain! My Captain!” in Walt Whitman’s own handwriting.
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