Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. The Prairie-Grass Dividing 12/31/2002
122. To A Locomotive In Winter 12/31/2002
123. To A Common Prostitute 12/31/2002
124. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
125. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
126. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
127. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb 12/31/2002
128. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
129. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
130. Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break 12/31/2002
131. States! 12/31/2002
132. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
133. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
134. The Indications 12/31/2002
135. Scented Herbage Of My Breast 12/31/2002
136. Inscription 12/31/2002
137. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
138. Savantism 12/31/2002
139. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
140. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
141. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
142. With Antecedents 12/31/2002
143. France, The 18th Year Of These States 12/31/2002
144. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
145. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All 12/31/2002
146. Says 12/31/2002
147. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
148. Not Youth Pertains To Me 12/31/2002
149. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
150. Respondez! 12/31/2002
151. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
152. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
153. From Paumanok Starting 12/31/2002
154. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
155. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
156. From Far Dakota's Canons 12/31/2002
157. Other May Praise What They Like 12/31/2002
158. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
159. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
160. Delicate Cluster 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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