Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

41. Song Of Myself, XVII 10/9/2015
42. Song Of Myself, XXV 10/9/2015
43. Song Of Myself, V 10/9/2015
44. Election Day, November, 1884 6/19/2015
45. Song Of Myself, XX 10/9/2015
46. Washington's Monument, February, 1885 6/5/2015
47. Song Of Myself, VI 10/9/2015
48. Broadway 6/16/2015
49. The Great City 8/13/2015
50. Red Jacket (From Aloft) 6/4/2015
51. Song Of Myself, VIII 10/9/2015
52. Song Of Myself, LII 11/28/2014
53. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
54. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
55. These Carols 12/31/2002
56. Visor'D 12/31/2002
57. Song Of Myself, III 2/18/2015
58. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
59. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
60. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
61. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
62. To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire 12/31/2002
63. To Oratists 12/31/2002
64. To A Western Boy 12/31/2002
65. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
66. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
67. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
68. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
69. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
70. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
71. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
72. To The Reader At Parting 12/31/2002
73. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
74. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
75. A Song Of Joys 12/19/2014
76. What General Has A Good Army 12/31/2002
77. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
78. The Sobbing Of The Bells 12/31/2002
79. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
80. Wandering At Morn 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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Native Moments


NATIVE moments! when you come upon me--Ah you are here now! Give me now
libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
coarse and rank! To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings--to-night too;
I am for those who believe in loose delights--I share the midnight orgies
of young men; I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The
echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my love some prostitute--I
pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He s

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