Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
282. Starting From Paumanok 12/31/2002
283. States! 12/31/2002
284. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
285. Tears 12/31/2002
286. Tests 12/31/2002
287. That Last Invocation 12/31/2002
288. That Music Always Round Me 12/31/2002
289. That Shadow, My Likeness 12/31/2002
290. The Artilleryman's Vision 12/31/2002
291. The Base Of All Metaphysics 12/31/2002
292. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
293. The City Dead-House 12/31/2002
294. The Dalliance Of The Eagles 12/31/2002
295. The Dresser 12/31/2002
296. The Great City 8/13/2015
297. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
298. The Indications 12/31/2002
299. The Last Invocation 1/3/2003
300. The Mystic Trumpeter 12/31/2002
301. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
302. The Prairie States 12/31/2002
303. The Prairie-Grass Dividing 12/31/2002
304. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
305. The Runner 12/31/2002
306. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
307. The Singer In The Prison 12/31/2002
308. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
309. The Sobbing Of The Bells 12/31/2002
310. The Torch 12/31/2002
311. The Unexpressed 1/3/2003
312. The Untold Want 12/31/2002
313. The Voice Of The Rain 12/11/2014
314. The World Below The Brine 12/31/2002
315. The Wound Dresser 1/1/2004
316. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
317. These Carols 12/31/2002
318. These, I, Singing In Spring 12/31/2002
319. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
320. Think Of The Soul 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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