Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

41. Song Of Myself, XV 10/9/2015
42. Song Of Myself, XVI 10/9/2015
43. Song Of Myself, XVII 10/9/2015
44. Song Of Myself, XVIII 10/9/2015
45. Song Of Myself, XIX 10/9/2015
46. Song Of Myself, XX 10/9/2015
47. Song Of Myself, XXI 10/9/2015
48. Song Of Myself, IV 10/9/2015
49. Song Of Myself, V 10/9/2015
50. Song Of Myself, XXII 10/9/2015
51. Washington's Monument, February, 1885 6/5/2015
52. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
53. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
54. Song Of Myself, LII 11/28/2014
55. Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field 12/31/2002
56. These Carols 12/31/2002
57. Vicouac On A Mountain Side 12/31/2002
58. Visor'D 12/31/2002
59. To Oratists 12/31/2002
60. Song Of Myself, III 2/18/2015
61. Thick-Sprinkled Bunting 12/31/2002
62. Turn, O Libertad 12/31/2002
63. We Two-How Long We Were Fool'D 12/31/2002
64. Two Rivulets 12/31/2002
65. To A Certain Cantatrice 12/31/2002
66. Trinckle, Drops 12/31/2002
67. What Place Is Besieged? 12/31/2002
68. To Rich Givers 12/31/2002
69. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
70. Thou Reader 12/31/2002
71. The World Below The Brine 12/31/2002
72. To A Western Boy 12/31/2002
73. To The Man-Of-War-Bird 12/31/2002
74. To The Leaven'D Soil They Trod 12/31/2002
75. To A Certain Civilian 12/31/2002
76. Virginia--The West 12/31/2002
77. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling 12/31/2002
78. To The States 12/31/2002
79. Vigil Strange I Kept On The Field One Night 1/1/2004
80. To Foreign Lands 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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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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