Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

361. Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals 12/31/2002
362. After The Sea-Ship 12/31/2002
363. Beat! Beat! Drums! 12/31/2002
364. Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? 12/31/2002
365. When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D 1/3/2003
366. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer 1/20/2003
367. I Sit And Look Out 12/31/2002
368. Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867 12/31/2002
369. Miracles 12/31/2002
370. A Promise To California 12/31/2002
371. To A Stranger 12/31/2002
372. A Sight In Camp 12/31/2002
373. Beautiful Women 12/31/2002
374. A Paumanok Picture 12/31/2002
375. A Boston Ballad, 1854 12/31/2002
376. Song Of Myself, I 1/20/2003
377. A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest 12/31/2002
378. A Riddle Song 12/31/2002
379. I Hear America Singing 12/31/2002
380. O Me! O Life! 12/31/2002
381. A Farm-Picture 12/31/2002
382. All Is Truth 12/31/2002
383. 1861 12/31/2002
384. A Hand-Mirror 12/31/2002
385. A Song 12/31/2002
386. A Woman Waits For Me 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

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Uriah Hamilton (8/16/2005 8:42:00 AM)

    Along with Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman created modern American poetry and is the spiritual father of Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac and all romantic wordsmiths digging life in a big and gentle way.

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

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

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Best Poem of Walt Whitman

A Glimpse


A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going--of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.

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Portals

WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?

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