Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

1. 1861 12/31/2002
2. A Boston Ballad, 1854 12/31/2002
3. A Child Said, What Is The Grass? 1/20/2003
4. A Child's Amaze 12/31/2002
5. A Clear Midnight 12/31/2002
6. A Farm-Picture 12/31/2002
7. A Glimpse 12/31/2002
8. A Hand-Mirror 12/31/2002
9. A Leaf For Hand In Hand 12/31/2002
10. A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest 12/31/2002
11. A Noiseless Patient Spider 12/31/2002
12. A Paumanok Picture 12/31/2002
13. A Proadway Pageant 12/31/2002
14. A Promise To California 12/31/2002
15. A Riddle Song 12/31/2002
16. A Sight In Camp 12/31/2002
17. A Song 12/31/2002
18. A Song Of Joys 12/19/2014
19. A Woman Waits For Me 12/31/2002
20. Aboard At A Ship's Helm 12/31/2002
21. Adieu To A Soldier 12/31/2002
22. After The Sea-Ship 12/31/2002
23. Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals 12/31/2002
24. Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats 12/31/2002
25. All Is Truth 12/31/2002
26. American Feuillage 12/31/2002
27. Among The Multitude 12/31/2002
28. An Army Corps On The March 12/31/2002
29. Apostroph 12/31/2002
30. Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? 12/31/2002
31. As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free 12/31/2002
32. As Adam, Early In The Morning 12/31/2002
33. As At Thy Portals Also Death 12/31/2002
34. As Consequent, Etc. 12/31/2002
35. As I Ebb'D With The Ocean Of Life 1/3/2003
36. As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado 12/31/2002
37. As I Ponder'D In Silence 12/31/2002
38. As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores 12/31/2002
39. As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days 12/31/2002
40. As I Watche'D The Ploughman Ploughing 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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