Here, Sailor
WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning? Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs? Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot, Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I, hailing you, offer.
Here, Sailor - fact Summary
Part of Leaves of Grass
This short lyric addresses sailors directly, offering the speaker as a trustworthy pilot to guide a ship into harbor. Using the small-boat image of the speaker rowing out to hail a vessel, the poem frames intimacy, practical help, and moral reliability. It compresses Whitman’s recurring celebration of maritime life into a compact vow of guidance and fellowship, suggesting democratic accessibility of care and leadership.
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