Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

201. Red Jacket (From Aloft) 6/4/2015
202. Respondez! 12/31/2002
203. Rise, O Days 12/31/2002
204. Roaming In Thought 12/31/2002
205. Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone 12/31/2002
206. Salut Au Monde 12/31/2002
207. Savantism 12/31/2002
208. Says 12/31/2002
209. Scented Herbage Of My Breast 12/31/2002
210. Sea-Shore Memories 12/31/2002
211. Shut Not Your Doors, &C. 12/31/2002
212. Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break 12/31/2002
213. So Far And So Far, And On Toward The End 12/31/2002
214. So Long 12/31/2002
215. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb 12/31/2002
216. Sometimes With One I Love 12/31/2002
217. Song At Sunset 12/31/2002
218. Song For All Seas, All Ships 12/31/2002
219. Song Of Myself, I 1/20/2003
220. Song Of Myself, Iii 2/18/2015
221. Song Of Myself, Lii 11/28/2014
222. Song Of Myself, X 1/20/2003
223. Song Of Myself, Xi 1/20/2003
224. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
225. Song Of The Exposition 12/31/2002
226. Song Of The Open Road 12/31/2002
227. Song Of The Redwood-Tree 12/31/2002
228. Song Of The Universal 12/31/2002
229. Souvenirs Of Democracy 12/31/2002
230. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
231. Sparkles From The Wheel 12/31/2002
232. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
233. Spirit Whose Work Is Done 12/31/2002
234. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
235. Starting From Paumanok 12/31/2002
236. States! 12/31/2002
237. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
238. Tears 12/31/2002
239. Tests 12/31/2002
240. That Last Invocation 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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Native Moments


NATIVE moments! when you come upon me--Ah you are here now! Give me now
libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
coarse and rank! To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings--to-night too;
I am for those who believe in loose delights--I share the midnight orgies
of young men; I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The
echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my love some prostitute--I
pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He s

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