Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

41. As If A Phantom Caress'D Me 12/31/2002
42. As The Time Draws Nigh 12/31/2002
43. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
44. As Toilsome I Wander'D Virginia's Woods 1/3/2003
45. Ashes Of Soldiers 12/31/2002
46. Assurances 12/31/2002
47. Bathed In War's Perfume 12/31/2002
48. Beat! Beat! Drums! 12/31/2002
49. Beautiful Women 12/31/2002
50. Beginners 12/31/2002
51. Beginning My Studies 12/31/2002
52. Behavior 12/31/2002
53. Behold This Swarthy Face 12/31/2002
54. Bivouac On A Mountain Side 1/3/2003
55. Broadway 6/16/2015
56. Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand 12/31/2002
57. By Broad Potomac's Shore 12/31/2002
58. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
59. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
60. Carol Of Occupations 12/31/2002
61. Carol Of Words 12/31/2002
62. Cavalry Crossing A Ford 12/31/2002
63. Chanting The Square Deific 12/31/2002
64. City Of Orgies 12/31/2002
65. City Of Ships 12/31/2002
66. Come Up From The Fields, Father 12/31/2002
67. Come, Said My Soul 1/3/2003
68. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 12/31/2002
69. Darest Thou Now, O Soul 12/31/2002
70. Debris 12/31/2002
71. Delicate Cluster 12/31/2002
72. Despairing Cries 12/31/2002
73. Dirge For Two Veterans 12/31/2002
74. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
75. Earth! My Likeness! 12/31/2002
76. Eidólons 12/31/2002
77. Election Day, November, 1884 6/19/2015
78. Elemental Drifts 12/31/2002
79. Ethiopia Saluting The Colors 12/31/2002
80. Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States 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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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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