Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

361. When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D 1/3/2003
362. In Midnight Sleep 12/31/2002
363. A Boston Ballad, 1854 12/31/2002
364. After The Sea-Ship 12/31/2002
365. A Leaf For Hand In Hand 12/31/2002
366. Adieu To A Soldier 12/31/2002
367. Miracles 12/31/2002
368. Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? 12/31/2002
369. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer 1/20/2003
370. Beat! Beat! Drums! 12/31/2002
371. A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest 12/31/2002
372. Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867 12/31/2002
373. A Promise To California 12/31/2002
374. To A Stranger 12/31/2002
375. A Riddle Song 12/31/2002
376. A Sight In Camp 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. I Hear America Singing 12/31/2002
381. All Is Truth 12/31/2002
382. A Farm-Picture 12/31/2002
383. A Hand-Mirror 12/31/2002
384. 1861 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

  • Kristina Carter (12/2/2005 11:10:00 AM)

    I like the poem, 'Lessons.' It talks about how people usually only teach others about the good things, but it is just as important to teach someone about bad things. It may hurt the person you are teaching the bad things to, but if you love them, like Whitman says, then you'll do it for their good.

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  • Kristina Carter (12/2/2005 11:03:00 AM)

    In the poem, 'Miracles, ' I really like the point that Whitman is trying to make. Everything in life really is a miracle. Just watching the grass blow in the wind is a miracle. Whitman is showing that everything in life is important, even the small things that no one really thinks about.

  • Stephen Cummins (12/2/2005 10:55:00 AM)

    in the poem 'calvary crossing a ford' it tells of an American troop of soldiers, but to me this poem seems to bring a sense of pride about, because you see the soldiers after a battle, crossing the ford to make their way into the next combat situation and risking their lives to protect those back home, also you hear of the flag waving in the wind as it still stands tall after the battle

  • Tony Triplett (12/2/2005 10:48:00 AM)

    This poem 'A Sight in Camp', one of those stories that keep you guessing who it is that the author sees dead and divine. I really enjoy this peom, because it makes you wonder if that was an experince that he had to go through while helping the soldiers, if he saw a dead soldier lying on a strecther having no clue at all who it is, while walking up starts to realize that it was one of his friends.

  • Stephen Cummins (12/2/2005 10:46:00 AM)

    the poem 'behavior' to me describes that the actions we choose to partake in can be the greatest determing factor of the remainder of our lives. bad choices lead down the wrong road, while the correct make your life easier and heading in the right direction to happiness.

  • 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.

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

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

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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