Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. Despairing Cries 12/31/2002
282. As Adam, Early In The Morning 12/31/2002
283. City Of Orgies 12/31/2002
284. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
285. Myself And Mine 12/31/2002
286. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
287. One's Self I Sing 12/31/2002
288. Laws For Creations 12/31/2002
289. My Picture-Callery 12/31/2002
290. Gliding Over All 12/31/2002
291. Facing West From California's Shores 12/31/2002
292. As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days 12/31/2002
293. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
294. How Solemn As One By One 12/31/2002
295. Salut Au Monde 12/31/2002
296. Carol Of Words 12/31/2002
297. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
298. Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love 12/31/2002
299. Poets To Come 12/31/2002
300. As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores 12/31/2002
301. Perfections 12/31/2002
302. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
303. Song At Sunset 12/31/2002
304. As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado 12/31/2002
305. As The Time Draws Nigh 12/31/2002
306. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
307. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
308. Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone 12/31/2002
309. For Him I Sing 12/31/2002
310. Here, Sailor 12/31/2002
311. Ashes Of Soldiers 12/31/2002
312. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
313. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
314. That Shadow, My Likeness 12/31/2002
315. American Feuillage 12/31/2002
316. So Far And So Far, And On Toward The End 12/31/2002
317. On Old Man's Thought Of School 12/31/2002
318. Come, Said My Soul 1/3/2003
319. Look Down, Fair Moon 12/31/2002
320. Among The Multitude 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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To A Historian


YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life
that has exhibited itself;
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,
rulers and priests;
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself,
in his own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the

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