Walt Whitman

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

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:41:00 PM)

    Seminal poet, way ahead of his time: he's still, I think, the quintessential American poet, full of many bravado & generosity. The extrovert soul brother to Dickenson's brisk introversion.

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  • Jared Washburn (2/14/2017 7:35:00 AM)

    The greatest of all time.

  • Muzahidul Reza Muzahidul Reza (11/2/2016 2:09:00 PM)

    One of the successful poets in his time and even at present whose writings affect many readers of his writings.....

  • Tapati Ray (4/5/2016 6:25:00 PM)

    I like his versatility.

  • Sam Mohammed (6/3/2015 3:21:00 AM)

    The poet that cannot be replaced, even by Shakespeare, because he is different, his poems are different, always inspiring

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/8/2015 10:55:00 PM)

    Dear Walt Whitman, I feel bliss when I read some of your poems.

  • Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys (3/28/2015 7:57:00 AM)

    I do not agree that the proof of being a good poet comes with admirations, or esteem shown by his /her counry. Walt was lucky America needed desperately to find a new voice - and he was there - and what a voice - though only on the page, for he was soft spoken. But when you think of all the unrecognized artists of the past, who today are considered geniuses it makes you think. Whatever happens, it seems it's only the few who count in the final run, and you can only hope posthumously you may make the grade of what one calls 'Great'. Panmelys

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  • Grace Moneymaker (12/23/2014 5:50:00 PM)

    My mom recently gave me Leaves of Grass to help with my Writer's Block and, being a curious young poet, I sat down and read the poems in the book. Within the first five minutes I got an idea for my short poem The Troubles of Midnight that I had been working on before. The book itself is very inspirational and despite my little sister's hate for poetry, especially mine, I will continue to write.

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 3:49:00 AM)

    In support of the idea of the increasing split between private and public in Whitman's works in the post-war years, as Whitman the lover of men gives way to the iconography of the good gray poet, many emphasize the changes that Whitman made in his Calamus poems after he was fired from his job at the Department of the Interior for moral turpitude. But here again, a close study of the changes that Whitman made in future editions of Leaves of Grass reveals no clear pattern of suppressing or even toning down his love poems to men. In fact, Whitman's decision to delete three poems from ‘Calamus’—‘Who Is Now Reading This? , ’ ‘I Thought That Knowledge Alone Would Suffice, ’ and ‘Hours Continuing Long’—suggests that he sought not to tone down or suppress his expression of manly love but rather to suppress the more negative dimensions of his love for men and to blur the distinction between public poet and private lover he set forth in ’Thought That Knowledge Alone Would Suffice.’

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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Camps Of Green


NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
When, as order'd forward, after a long march,
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
night;
Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping
asleep in our tracks;
Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up began to
sparkle;

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