O Captain, my Captain.
John Keating：
Seize the day.
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." Why does the writer use these lines? Because we are food for worms, lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room...is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
Because, you see, gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close...you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen. Do you hear it? Carpe. Hear it? Carpe. Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.
I have a little secret for you. Huddle up. Huddle up! We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering: these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love...these are what we stay alive for.
To quote from Whitman. "O me, O life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer: That you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. "
Now, I want you to rip out that page. Go on. Rip out the entire page. You heard me. Rip it out. Go on. Rip it out. Gentlemen, tell you what. Don't just tear out that page. Tear out the entire introduction. I want it gone, history. Leave nothing. Rip it out! Rip! Be gone, J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D.! Rip! Shred! Tear! Rip it out! I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr Pritchard! We'll perforate it, put it on a roll! It's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this. Go on. Make a clean tear. I want nothing left of it. Rip! Rip! Rip! Rip it out! Rip! Rip it! Yeah! Rip it out! I don't hear enough rips. Keep ripping, gentlemen. This is a battle, a war. And the casualties could be your hearts and souls. Armies of academics going forward measuring poetry. No! We will not have that here. No more of Mr J. Evans Pritchard. Now, my class, you will learn to think for yourselves again. You will learn to savour words and language. No matter what anybody tells you words and ideas can change the world.
poems：
"To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports."
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
"Come, my friends. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength...which in old days moved Earth and heaven. That which we are, we are: one equal temper of heroic hearts...made weak by time and fate, but strong in will...to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield. Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black cutting through the forest with a golden track."