Hey Robin Williams
I salute the intelligence, emotion, generosity of your humor and acting
Oh Captain, my captain
I thank you for the speed, intuition and poetry of your insights
to everything human
in Dead Poets Society, Good Morning Vietnam, Deconstructing Harry,
The Fisher King, Good Will Hunting, Mork and Mindy,
and all the others
Thank you for making me laugh
and making me cry
May God bless your soul
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.