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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The Great City

The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch'd wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,
Nor the place of ceaseless salutes of new-comers or the anchor-lifters of the departing,
Nor the place of the tallest and costliest buildings or shops selling goods from the rest of the earth,
Nor the place of the best libraries and schools, nor the place where money is plentiest,
Nor the place of the most numerous population.

Where the city stands with the brawniest

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