Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

361. When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D 1/3/2003
362. Whispers Of Heavenly Death 12/31/2002
363. Who Is Now Reading This? 12/31/2002
364. Who Learns My Lesson Complete? 12/31/2002
365. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
366. With All Thy Gifts 12/31/2002
367. With Antecedents 12/31/2002
368. World, Take Good Notice 12/31/2002
369. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
370. Year That Trembled 12/31/2002
371. Years Of The Modern 12/31/2002
372. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours 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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WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?

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