Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

1. Song Of Myself, XVIII 10/9/2015
2. Song Of Myself, XIX 10/9/2015
3. Song Of Myself, XX 10/9/2015
4. Song Of Myself, XXI 10/9/2015
5. Song Of Myself, XXII 10/9/2015
6. Song Of Myself, XXIII 10/9/2015
7. Song Of Myself, XXIV 10/9/2015
8. Song Of Myself, XXV 10/9/2015
9. Song Of Myself, XXVI 10/9/2015
10. Song Of Myself, XXVII 10/9/2015
11. Song Of Myself, XXVIII 10/9/2015
12. Song Of Myself, XXIX 10/9/2015
13. Song Of Myself, XXX 10/9/2015
14. Song Of Myself, XXXI 10/12/2015
15. Song Of Myself, XXXII 10/12/2015
16. Song Of Myself, XXXIII 10/12/2015
17. Song Of Myself, XXXIV 10/20/2015
18. Song Of Myself, XXXV 10/20/2015
19. Song Of Myself, XXXVI 10/20/2015
20. Song Of Myself, XXXVII 10/20/2015
21. Song Of Myself, XXXVIII 10/20/2015
22. Song Of Myself, XXXIX 10/20/2015
23. Song Of Myself, XL 10/20/2015
24. Song Of Myself, XLI 10/20/2015
25. Song Of Myself, XLII 10/20/2015
26. Song Of Myself, XLIII 10/20/2015
27. Song Of Myself, XLIV 10/20/2015
28. Song Of Myself, XLV 10/20/2015
29. Song Of Myself, XLVI 10/21/2015
30. Song Of Myself, XLVII 10/21/2015
31. Song Of Myself, XLVIII 10/21/2015
32. Song Of Myself, XLIX 10/21/2015
33. Song Of Myself, L 10/21/2015
34. Song Of Myself, LI 10/21/2015
35. Election Day, November, 1884 6/19/2015
36. Song Of Myself, IV 10/9/2015
37. Song Of Myself, VI 10/9/2015
38. Song Of Myself, VIII 10/9/2015
39. Song Of Myself, IX 10/9/2015
40. Song Of Myself, XII 10/9/2015
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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Camps Of Green


NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
When, as order'd forward, after a long march,
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
night;
Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping
asleep in our tracks;
Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up began to
sparkle;

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