Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

241. Song Of Myself, XLIV 10/20/2015
242. Song Of Myself, XLIX 10/21/2015
243. Song Of Myself, XLV 10/20/2015
244. Song Of Myself, XLVI 10/21/2015
245. Song Of Myself, XLVII 10/21/2015
246. Song Of Myself, XLVIII 10/21/2015
247. Song Of Myself, XV 10/9/2015
248. Song Of Myself, XVI 10/9/2015
249. Song Of Myself, XVII 10/9/2015
250. Song Of Myself, XVIII 10/9/2015
251. Song Of Myself, XX 10/9/2015
252. Song Of Myself, XXI 10/9/2015
253. Song Of Myself, XXII 10/9/2015
254. Song Of Myself, XXIII 10/9/2015
255. Song Of Myself, XXIV 10/9/2015
256. Song Of Myself, XXIX 10/9/2015
257. Song Of Myself, XXV 10/9/2015
258. Song Of Myself, XXVI 10/9/2015
259. Song Of Myself, XXVII 10/9/2015
260. Song Of Myself, XXVIII 10/9/2015
261. Song Of Myself, XXX 10/9/2015
262. Song Of Myself, XXXI 10/12/2015
263. Song Of Myself, XXXII 10/12/2015
264. Song Of Myself, XXXIII 10/12/2015
265. Song Of Myself, XXXIV 10/20/2015
266. Song Of Myself, XXXIX 10/20/2015
267. Song Of Myself, XXXV 10/20/2015
268. Song Of Myself, XXXVI 10/20/2015
269. Song Of Myself, XXXVII 10/20/2015
270. Song Of Myself, XXXVIII 10/20/2015
271. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
272. Song Of The Exposition 12/31/2002
273. Song Of The Open Road 12/31/2002
274. Song Of The Redwood-Tree 12/31/2002
275. Song Of The Universal 12/31/2002
276. Souvenirs Of Democracy 12/31/2002
277. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
278. Sparkles From The Wheel 12/31/2002
279. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
280. Spirit Whose Work Is Done 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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