Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. To A Locomotive In Winter 12/31/2002
122. To Think Of Time 12/31/2002
123. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
124. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
125. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
126. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
127. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
128. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb 12/31/2002
129. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
130. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
131. Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break 12/31/2002
132. States! 12/31/2002
133. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
134. The Indications 12/31/2002
135. Scented Herbage Of My Breast 12/31/2002
136. Inscription 12/31/2002
137. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
138. Savantism 12/31/2002
139. Other May Praise What They Like 12/31/2002
140. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
141. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
142. Tests 12/31/2002
143. Now List To My Morning's Romanza 12/31/2002
144. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
145. One Sweeps By 12/31/2002
146. France, The 18th Year Of These States 12/31/2002
147. Locations And Times 12/31/2002
148. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All 12/31/2002
149. Not Youth Pertains To Me 12/31/2002
150. Offerings 12/31/2002
151. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
152. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
153. I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ 12/31/2002
154. Respondez! 12/31/2002
155. The Base Of All Metaphysics 12/31/2002
156. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
157. Shut Not Your Doors, &C. 12/31/2002
158. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
159. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
160. From Paumanok Starting 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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