Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Walt Whitman Poems

1. Election Day, November, 1884 6/19/2015
2. Washington's Monument, February, 1885 6/5/2015
3. Broadway 6/16/2015
4. Red Jacket (From Aloft) 6/4/2015
5. The Great City 8/13/2015
6. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
7. These Carols 12/31/2002
8. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
9. Visor'D 12/31/2002
10. To Oratists 12/31/2002
11. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
12. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
13. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
14. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
15. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
16. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
17. To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire 12/31/2002
18. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
19. The World Below The Brine 12/31/2002
20. Song Of Myself, Lii 11/28/2014
21. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
22. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
23. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
24. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 12/31/2002
25. A Song Of Joys 12/19/2014
26. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
27. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
28. Song Of Myself, Iii 2/18/2015
29. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
30. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
31. To A Western Boy 12/31/2002
32. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
33. To Him That Was Crucified 12/31/2002
34. To The Garden The World 12/31/2002
35. To The States 12/31/2002
36. To Thee, Old Cause! 12/31/2002
37. Thought 12/31/2002
38. To Foreign Lands 12/31/2002
39. To The Man-Of-War-Bird 12/31/2002
40. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!


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;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ...

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A Paumanok Picture

TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats

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