Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

241. The Base Of All Metaphysics 12/31/2002
242. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
243. The City Dead-House 12/31/2002
244. The Dalliance Of The Eagles 12/31/2002
245. The Dresser 12/31/2002
246. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
247. The Indications 12/31/2002
248. The Last Invocation 1/3/2003
249. The Mystic Trumpeter 12/31/2002
250. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
251. The Prairie States 12/31/2002
252. The Prairie-Grass Dividing 12/31/2002
253. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
254. The Runner 12/31/2002
255. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
256. The Singer In The Prison 12/31/2002
257. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
258. The Sobbing Of The Bells 12/31/2002
259. The Torch 12/31/2002
260. The Unexpressed 1/3/2003
261. The Untold Want 12/31/2002
262. The Voice Of The Rain 12/11/2014
263. The World Below The Brine 12/31/2002
264. The Wound Dresser 1/1/2004
265. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
266. These Carols 12/31/2002
267. These, I, Singing In Spring 12/31/2002
268. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
269. Think Of The Soul 12/31/2002
270. This Compost 12/31/2002
271. This Day, O Soul 12/31/2002
272. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
273. This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful 12/31/2002
274. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 12/31/2002
275. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
276. Thought 12/31/2002
277. Thoughts 12/31/2002
278. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
279. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
280. To A Common Prostitute 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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Portals

WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?

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