Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

161. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
162. The Indications 12/31/2002
163. I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ 12/31/2002
164. Respondez! 12/31/2002
165. Shut Not Your Doors, &C. 12/31/2002
166. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
167. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
168. From Paumanok Starting 12/31/2002
169. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 12/31/2002
170. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me 12/31/2002
171. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
172. From Far Dakota's Canons 12/31/2002
173. Mediums 12/31/2002
174. Song Of The Exposition 12/31/2002
175. The Mystic Trumpeter 12/31/2002
176. I Saw Old General At Bay 12/31/2002
177. Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States 12/31/2002
178. The City Dead-House 12/31/2002
179. Rise, O Days 12/31/2002
180. Not The Pilot 12/31/2002
181. Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes 12/31/2002
182. Night On The Prairies 12/31/2002
183. Behold This Swarthy Face 12/31/2002
184. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! 12/31/2002
185. Chanting The Square Deific 12/31/2002
186. Starting From Paumanok 12/31/2002
187. Me Imperturbe 12/31/2002
188. Hush'D Be The Camps Today 1/3/2003
189. In The New Garden In All The Parts 12/31/2002
190. Spirit Whose Work Is Done 12/31/2002
191. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
192. In Former Songs 12/31/2002
193. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
194. Ethiopia Saluting The Colors 12/31/2002
195. Of The Visage Of Things 12/31/2002
196. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy 12/31/2002
197. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002
198. The Runner 12/31/2002
199. Out From Behind His Mask 12/31/2002
200. Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour 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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