Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

1. These Carols 12/31/2002
2. Visor'D 12/31/2002
3. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
4. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
5. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
6. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
7. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
8. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
9. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
10. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
11. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 12/31/2002
12. To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire 12/31/2002
13. To Oratists 12/31/2002
14. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
15. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
16. To The Reader At Parting 12/31/2002
17. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
18. To Him That Was Crucified 12/31/2002
19. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
20. What General Has A Good Army 12/31/2002
21. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
22. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
23. The World Below The Brine 12/31/2002
24. To The States 12/31/2002
25. To Thee, Old Cause! 12/31/2002
26. Voices 12/31/2002
27. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
28. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
29. Song Of Myself, Lii 11/28/2014
30. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
31. A Song Of Joys 12/19/2014
32. This Day, O Soul 12/31/2002
33. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
34. Warble Of Lilac-Time 12/31/2002
35. The Torch 12/31/2002
36. This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful 12/31/2002
37. To The Garden The World 12/31/2002
38. These, I, Singing In Spring 12/31/2002
39. What Best I See In Thee 12/31/2002
40. Think Of The Soul 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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Camps Of Green


NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
When, as order'd forward, after a long march,
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
night;
Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping
asleep in our tracks;
Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up began to
sparkle;

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