Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

81. Excelsior 12/31/2002
82. Faces 12/31/2002
83. Facing West From California's Shores 12/31/2002
84. Fast Anchor'D, Eternal, O Love 12/31/2002
85. For Him I Sing 12/31/2002
86. France, The 18th Year Of These States 12/31/2002
87. From Far Dakota's Canons 12/31/2002
88. From My Last Years 12/31/2002
89. From Paumanok Starting 12/31/2002
90. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers 12/31/2002
91. Full Of Life, Now 12/31/2002
92. Germs 12/31/2002
93. Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun 12/31/2002
94. Gliding Over All 12/31/2002
95. God 12/31/2002
96. Great Are The Myths 12/31/2002
97. Had I The Choice 1/3/2003
98. Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour 12/31/2002
99. Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me 12/31/2002
100. Here, Sailor 12/31/2002
101. Hours Continuing Long 12/31/2002
102. How Solemn As One By One 12/31/2002
103. Hush'D Be The Camps Today 1/3/2003
104. Hush'D Be The Camps To-Day 12/31/2002
105. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
106. I Dream'D In A Dream 12/31/2002
107. I Hear America Singing 12/31/2002
108. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me 12/31/2002
109. I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ 12/31/2002
110. I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing 12/31/2002
111. I Saw Old General At Bay 12/31/2002
112. I Sing The Body Electric 12/31/2002
113. I Sit And Look Out 12/31/2002
114. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
115. I Was Looking A Long While 12/31/2002
116. I Will Take An Egg Out Of The Robin's Nest 12/31/2002
117. In Cabin'D Ships At Sea 12/31/2002
118. In Former Songs 12/31/2002
119. In Midnight Sleep 12/31/2002
120. In Paths Untrodden 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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