Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
122. The Prairie States 12/31/2002
123. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
124. The Prairie-Grass Dividing 12/31/2002
125. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
126. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
127. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
128. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
129. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
130. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb 12/31/2002
131. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
132. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
133. Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break 12/31/2002
134. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
135. States! 12/31/2002
136. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
137. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
138. Locations And Times 12/31/2002
139. The Base Of All Metaphysics 12/31/2002
140. Scented Herbage Of My Breast 12/31/2002
141. Inscription 12/31/2002
142. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
143. When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame 12/31/2002
144. Savantism 12/31/2002
145. Other May Praise What They Like 12/31/2002
146. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
147. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
148. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
149. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
150. Tests 12/31/2002
151. Now List To My Morning's Romanza 12/31/2002
152. With Antecedents 12/31/2002
153. One Sweeps By 12/31/2002
154. France, The 18th Year Of These States 12/31/2002
155. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All 12/31/2002
156. Says 12/31/2002
157. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
158. Not Youth Pertains To Me 12/31/2002
159. Offerings 12/31/2002
160. Still, Though The One I Sing 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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