Gillian
I can't even watch The Dead Poets' Society now. Only b/c of a very dear friend of mine who is no longer w/us in this life. Although he left school at 16 to work and help support his mum and younger sister when his father abandoned the family, he was one of the most well-read and intelligent people I ever had the good fortune to know. He was a huge Whitman fan, too. I still have his copy of 'Leaves of Grass'.
He died in a car accident at 32.
At his memorial, my ex husband, his best friend and climbing partner, stood up and recited, 'Oh Captain! My Captain!' And that's all he spoke. Now when the sky is like a blue tea w/a lemon slice, I think of him.
Richard Allan Pierce, 1968-2001, RIP.