Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

41. Song Of Myself, VI 10/9/2015
42. Song Of Myself, XIII 10/9/2015
43. Song Of Myself, XL 10/20/2015
44. Washington's Monument, February, 1885 6/5/2015
45. Election Day, November, 1884 6/19/2015
46. Song Of Myself, V 10/9/2015
47. Song Of Myself, IX 10/9/2015
48. Song Of Myself, L 10/21/2015
49. Song Of Myself, IV 10/9/2015
50. The Great City 8/13/2015
51. Broadway 6/16/2015
52. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
53. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
54. Song Of Myself, LII 11/28/2014
55. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
56. These Carols 12/31/2002
57. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
58. To Oratists 12/31/2002
59. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
60. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
61. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
62. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
63. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
64. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
65. Visor'D 12/31/2002
66. To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire 12/31/2002
67. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
68. Song Of Myself, III 2/18/2015
69. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
70. To The Man-Of-War-Bird 12/31/2002
71. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
72. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 12/31/2002
73. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
74. The Voice Of The Rain 12/11/2014
75. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
76. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
77. To The Reader At Parting 12/31/2002
78. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
79. Unnamed Lands 12/31/2002
80. Virginia--The West 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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