Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

161. Of Him I Love Day And Night 12/31/2002
162. Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances 12/31/2002
163. Of The Visage Of Things 12/31/2002
164. Offerings 12/31/2002
165. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
166. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
167. On Old Man's Thought Of School 12/31/2002
168. On The Beach At Night 12/31/2002
169. On The Beach At Night, Alone 12/31/2002
170. Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City 12/31/2002
171. One Hour To Madness And Joy 12/31/2002
172. One Song, America, Before I Go 12/31/2002
173. One Sweeps By 12/31/2002
174. One's Self I Sing 12/31/2002
175. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
176. Other May Praise What They Like 12/31/2002
177. Out From Behind His Mask 12/31/2002
178. Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking 1/20/2003
179. Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd 12/31/2002
180. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
181. Passage To India 12/31/2002
182. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
183. Pensive And Faltering 12/31/2002
184. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All 12/31/2002
185. Perfections 12/31/2002
186. Pioneers! O Pioneers! 12/31/2002
187. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy 12/31/2002
188. Poems Of Joys 12/31/2002
189. Poets To Come 12/31/2002
190. Portals 12/31/2002
191. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
192. President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 12/31/2002
193. Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love 12/31/2002
194. Proud Music Of The Storm 12/31/2002
195. Quicksand Years 12/31/2002
196. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
197. Reconciliation 12/31/2002
198. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
199. Respondez! 12/31/2002
200. Rise, O Days 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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