Treasure Island

Walt Whitman

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

Previous Month July 2014 Next Month
Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su
31 1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 1 2 3
Poem of the Day
Select a day from the calendar.
Would you like to see the poem of the day in your e-mail box every morning?
Your email address:
  Subscribe FREE
  Unsubscribe

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;
........................
........................
read full text »


Do you like this poem?
128 person liked.
13 person did not like.

Comments about this poem (O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman )

Enter the verification code :

  • Kevin Straw (7/2/2009 6:07:00 AM)

    How much more effect Whitman is when he is working within a form! May I ask your contributors to note the date of death of the poets presented in this space before they treat them as still alive! (Report) Reply

  • Aiswarya. T.anish (4/18/2009 10:57:00 AM)

    This poem is so excellent. I didn't know the history of this poem till now. It was written for Abraham Lincoln after his death. You are indeed a great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Julia Wakeman (2/19/2009 9:49:00 PM)

    This is such an epic poem. I think that it has deserve the popularity it has gained.
    The history of the poem is so interesting, (being written for Abraham Lincoln after his death) . Also the poem has such great emotion, you see the horror that he feels by finding his captain 'on the deck... fallen cold and dead.' (Report) Reply

  • Delilah Miller (7/2/2008 2:16:00 AM)

    It's not just a man. Whitman wrote this for Abraham Lincoln, after his assassination when the country's only steadfast leader was gone and the country was in ruins. Plus, it's the father of American poetry that launched the beat movement and was pretty damn important because American education went down the drain. (Report) Reply

  • Weldon Winn (1/9/2008 8:09:00 PM)

    Molaire, most of those who have poems on this site should be humble. In point of fact they should be ashamed to post their words as poetry. You are not even worthy to have your name on the same page as Walt Whitman. (Report) Reply

  • Mo. (7/2/2007 3:09:00 PM)

    Walt Witman is a great poet!
    I'm humbled to have poems on the same website as his. (Report) Reply

  • Dimitris(Jimmy) Psachos (7/2/2007 9:56:00 AM)

    I hear ya Walt, poet of the justification and the painful sorrow. For you are the real captain whom all the world should praise and feel your magic light, Lorca has dedicated a whole poem for you... Too bad the deck where you lived is now controlled by forces unknown and misdemeanor....! (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (7/23/2006 8:09:00 PM)

    A brilliant tale of bitter sweet victory... the storm is weathered except for the fate of the Captain. (Report) Reply

  • Matt Rinck (3/22/2006 11:17:00 PM)

    The ship that has weather'd every rack is the Union, the fearful trip was The Civil War and the Captain was Abraham Lincoln. (Report) Reply

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

New Poems

  1. Take it all it's entirely all for you baby, Mark Heathcote
  2. Confused Sea Gods, Mario,Lucien,Rene Odekerken
  3. A Cookie Jar, Heather Burns
  4. Anger, Steve Gregory
  5. THERE MUST BE A CURFEW ON ALL CATS GLOBAL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  6. Coincidence is hope for a non-believer, Jorge Rolon
  7. Love's Expression Escorting Me Into a Nu.., wanderer sailor
  8. Receding From Depleting Beliefs, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  9. AM 8/24, Jorge Rolon
  10. My EX Wants You, wanderer sailor

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]