Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

361. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
362. Visor'D 12/31/2002
363. Voices 12/31/2002
364. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
365. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
366. Warble Of Lilac-Time 12/31/2002
367. Washington's Monument, February, 1885 6/5/2015
368. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002
369. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
370. Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life 12/31/2002
371. What Am I, After All? 12/31/2002
372. What Best I See In Thee 12/31/2002
373. What General Has A Good Army 12/31/2002
374. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
375. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
376. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
377. When I Heard At The Close Of The Day 12/31/2002
378. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer 1/20/2003
379. When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame 12/31/2002
380. When I Read The Book 12/31/2002
381. When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D 1/3/2003
382. Whispers Of Heavenly Death 12/31/2002
383. Who Is Now Reading This? 12/31/2002
384. Who Learns My Lesson Complete? 12/31/2002
385. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
386. With All Thy Gifts 12/31/2002
387. With Antecedents 12/31/2002
388. World, Take Good Notice 12/31/2002
389. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
390. Year That Trembled 12/31/2002
391. Years Of The Modern 12/31/2002
392. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours 12/31/2002

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  • Kalyan Panda (6/29/2003 4:44:00 PM)

    please let me know inter-relation between Roman Rolland, Swami Vivekananda

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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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