Reading Responses to a PoemReading the Poem below (“O Captain! O Captain!” Walt Whitman 1865), and identify at least three elements in the poem that you found interesting or engaging (e.g., form, language, content, and/or other literary elements). Then, assess how these elements affected your response to the poem, in its entirety. (e.g., Did these elements affect your opinions on (or reaction to) the content of the poem?  Did they cause you to focus on one aspect of the poem over others?)  Assignment Requirements Length: Your paper should be two to four double-spaced pages in length (excluding title and reference page) Sources: Support your reflections with textual details and analysis from at least two scholarly sources. APA: Your draft must be formatted to APA (6th edition) style. Separate Title Page: Must include an original title Separate Reference PageProper Citations: All sources must be properly cited, both within the text and in a separate reference page. Elements of Academic Writing:  All academic papers should include these elements. Introduction with a thesis statement Supporting paragraphs Conclusion The paper must be two to four pages in length (excluding the title and reference page), and formatted according to APA style. You must use at least two scholarly resources (at least one of which can be found in the Ashford Online Library) other than the textbook to support your claims and subclaims. Cite your resources in text and on the reference page. O Captain! My Captain! Walt Whitman (1865) O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;     But O heart! heart! heart!    O the bleeding drops of red,     Where on the deck my Captain lies,      Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; 5 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!    The arm beneath your head! 10      It is some dream that on the deck,     You’ve fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, 15 From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;   Exult O shores, and ring O bells!    But I with mournful tread,    Walk the deck my Captain lies,     Fallen cold and dead.

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