Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

361. A Leaf For Hand In Hand 12/31/2002
362. City Of Ships 12/31/2002
363. Adieu To A Soldier 12/31/2002
364. When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D 1/3/2003
365. Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? 12/31/2002
366. A Boston Ballad, 1854 12/31/2002
367. Beat! Beat! Drums! 12/31/2002
368. After The Sea-Ship 12/31/2002
369. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer 1/20/2003
370. A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest 12/31/2002
371. Miracles 12/31/2002
372. A Promise To California 12/31/2002
373. To A Stranger 12/31/2002
374. A Riddle Song 12/31/2002
375. A Sight In Camp 12/31/2002
376. Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867 12/31/2002
377. Song Of Myself, I 1/20/2003
378. Beautiful Women 12/31/2002
379. O Me! O Life! 12/31/2002
380. A Farm-Picture 12/31/2002
381. All Is Truth 12/31/2002
382. A Hand-Mirror 12/31/2002
383. I Hear America Singing 12/31/2002
384. 1861 12/31/2002
385. A Woman Waits For Me 12/31/2002
386. A Song 12/31/2002
387. A Child's Amaze 12/31/2002
388. A Glimpse 12/31/2002
389. A Noiseless Patient Spider 12/31/2002
390. A Child Said, What Is The Grass? 1/20/2003
391. A Clear Midnight 12/31/2002
392. O Captain! My Captain! 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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