Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

1. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours 12/31/2002
2. Years Of The Modern 12/31/2002
3. Year That Trembled 12/31/2002
4. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
5. World, Take Good Notice 12/31/2002
6. With Antecedents 12/31/2002
7. With All Thy Gifts 12/31/2002
8. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
9. Who Learns My Lesson Complete? 12/31/2002
10. Who Is Now Reading This? 12/31/2002
11. Whispers Of Heavenly Death 12/31/2002
12. When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D 1/3/2003
13. When I Read The Book 12/31/2002
14. When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame 12/31/2002
15. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer 1/20/2003
16. When I Heard At The Close Of The Day 12/31/2002
17. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
18. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
19. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
20. What General Has A Good Army 12/31/2002
21. What Best I See In Thee 12/31/2002
22. What Am I, After All? 12/31/2002
23. Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life 12/31/2002
24. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
25. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002
26. Warble Of Lilac-Time 12/31/2002
27. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
28. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
29. Voices 12/31/2002
30. Visor'D 12/31/2002
31. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
32. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
33. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
34. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
35. Unnamed Lands 12/31/2002
36. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
37. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
38. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
39. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
40. To You 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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