Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

321. This Compost 12/31/2002
322. This Day, O Soul 12/31/2002
323. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
324. This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful 12/31/2002
325. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 12/31/2002
326. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
327. Thought 12/31/2002
328. Thoughts 12/31/2002
329. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
330. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
331. To A Common Prostitute 12/31/2002
332. To A Foil'D European Revolutionaire 12/31/2002
333. To A Historian 12/31/2002
334. To A Locomotive In Winter 12/31/2002
335. To A President 12/31/2002
336. To A Pupil 12/31/2002
337. To A Stranger 12/31/2002
338. To A Western Boy 12/31/2002
339. To Foreign Lands 12/31/2002
340. To Him That Was Crucified 12/31/2002
341. To Old Age 12/31/2002
342. To One Shortly To Die 12/31/2002
343. To Oratists 12/31/2002
344. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
345. To The East And To The West 12/31/2002
346. To The Garden The World 12/31/2002
347. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
348. To The Man-Of-War-Bird 12/31/2002
349. To The Reader At Parting 12/31/2002
350. To The States 12/31/2002
351. To Thee, Old Cause! 12/31/2002
352. To Think Of Time 12/31/2002
353. To You 12/31/2002
354. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
355. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
356. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
357. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
358. Unnamed Lands 12/31/2002
359. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
360. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
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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