Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

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

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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 ...

Read the full of O Captain! My Captain!

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
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

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