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Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

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Walt Whitman · 1871

Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

Walt Whitman · 1871

Joy, shipmate, Joy! (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy.

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Background

Whitman published it in 1871. He kept it in Leaves of Grass for the rest of his life, among the poems he gathered together under leaving and goodbyes.

Meaning

Dying is a ship finally casting off. The life you had is finished and the next thing has already started, and he is pleased about it.

Who's it for

A sailor, or anyone who was happiest setting off somewhere new. Right for a family who want something glad said out loud at the funeral.

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