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, II 10/9/2015
221. Song Of Myself, III 2/18/2015
222. Song Of Myself, IV 10/9/2015
223. Song Of Myself, IX 10/9/2015
224. Song Of Myself, L 10/21/2015
225. Song Of Myself, LI 10/21/2015
226. Song Of Myself, LII 11/28/2014
227. Song Of Myself, V 10/9/2015
228. Song Of Myself, VI 10/9/2015
229. Song Of Myself, VII 10/9/2015
230. Song Of Myself, VIII 10/9/2015
231. Song Of Myself, X 1/20/2003
232. Song Of Myself, XI 1/20/2003
233. Song Of Myself, XII 10/9/2015
234. Song Of Myself, XIII 10/9/2015
235. Song Of Myself, XIV 10/9/2015
236. Song Of Myself, XIX 10/9/2015
237. Song Of Myself, XL 10/20/2015
238. Song Of Myself, XLI 10/20/2015
239. Song Of Myself, XLII 10/20/2015
240. Song Of Myself, XLIII 10/20/2015
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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To A Historian


YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life
that has exhibited itself;
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,
rulers and priests;
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself,
in his own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the

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