Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

321. Faces 12/31/2002
322. Song Of Myself, XI 1/20/2003
323. Germs 12/31/2002
324. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
325. So Far And So Far, And On Toward The End 12/31/2002
326. As I Ponder'D In Silence 12/31/2002
327. I Sit And Look Out 12/31/2002
328. As I Ebb'D With The Ocean Of Life 1/3/2003
329. I Was Looking A Long While 12/31/2002
330. Lessons 12/31/2002
331. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
332. On The Beach At Night 12/31/2002
333. Debris 12/31/2002
334. Song Of Myself, X 1/20/2003
335. Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love 12/31/2002
336. I Dream'D In A Dream 12/31/2002
337. I Will Take An Egg Out Of The Robin's Nest 12/31/2002
338. As I Watche'D The Ploughman Ploughing 12/31/2002
339. Had I The Choice 1/3/2003
340. Pioneers! O Pioneers! 12/31/2002
341. That Shadow, My Likeness 12/31/2002
342. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 12/31/2002
343. Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun 12/31/2002
344. On Old Man's Thought Of School 12/31/2002
345. Full Of Life, Now 12/31/2002
346. Bathed In War's Perfume 12/31/2002
347. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
348. Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking 1/20/2003
349. A Proadway Pageant 12/31/2002
350. I Sing The Body Electric 12/31/2002
351. Cavalry Crossing A Ford 12/31/2002
352. As At Thy Portals Also Death 12/31/2002
353. City Of Ships 12/31/2002
354. God 12/31/2002
355. A Paumanok Picture 12/31/2002
356. Behavior 12/31/2002
357. Aboard At A Ship's Helm 12/31/2002
358. O Living Always--Always Dying 12/31/2002
359. O Hymen! O Hymenee! 12/31/2002
360. Song Of The Open Road 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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