Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire 12/31/2002
282. To A Historian 12/31/2002
283. To A Locomotive In Winter 12/31/2002
284. To A President 12/31/2002
285. To A Pupil 12/31/2002
286. To A Stranger 12/31/2002
287. To A Western Boy 12/31/2002
288. To Foreign Lands 12/31/2002
289. To Him That Was Crucified 12/31/2002
290. To Old Age 12/31/2002
291. To One Shortly To Die 12/31/2002
292. To Oratists 12/31/2002
293. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
294. To The East And To The West 12/31/2002
295. To The Garden The World 12/31/2002
296. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
297. To The Man-Of-War-Bird 12/31/2002
298. To The Reader At Parting 12/31/2002
299. To The States 12/31/2002
300. To Thee, Old Cause! 12/31/2002
301. To Think Of Time 12/31/2002
302. To You 12/31/2002
303. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
304. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
305. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
306. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
307. Unnamed Lands 12/31/2002
308. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
309. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
310. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
311. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
312. Visor'D 12/31/2002
313. Voices 12/31/2002
314. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
315. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
316. Warble Of Lilac-Time 12/31/2002
317. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002
318. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
319. Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life 12/31/2002
320. What Am I, After All? 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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