Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

81. What General Has A Good Army 12/31/2002
82. Wandering At Morn 12/31/2002
83. To The States 12/31/2002
84. Unfolded Out Of The Folds 12/31/2002
85. Unnamed Lands 12/31/2002
86. This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful 12/31/2002
87. What Best I See In Thee 12/31/2002
88. The Sobbing Of The Bells 12/31/2002
89. The Voice Of The Rain 12/11/2014
90. To A Historian 12/31/2002
91. What Am I, After All? 12/31/2002
92. To The Garden The World 12/31/2002
93. To Thee, Old Cause! 12/31/2002
94. The Singer In The Prison 12/31/2002
95. Song Of Myself, II 10/9/2015
96. Thought 12/31/2002
97. Voices 12/31/2002
98. This Compost 12/31/2002
99. To A Pupil 12/31/2002
100. To Old Age 12/31/2002
101. Thoughts 12/31/2002
102. Warble Of Lilac-Time 12/31/2002
103. The Torch 12/31/2002
104. The Wound Dresser 1/1/2004
105. These, I, Singing In Spring 12/31/2002
106. To The East And To The West 12/31/2002
107. This Day, O Soul 12/31/2002
108. Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life 12/31/2002
109. Think Of The Soul 12/31/2002
110. To One Shortly To Die 12/31/2002
111. The Untold Want 12/31/2002
112. The Unexpressed 1/3/2003
113. To A President 12/31/2002
114. To Think Of Time 12/31/2002
115. To You 12/31/2002
116. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? 12/31/2002
117. To A Common Prostitute 12/31/2002
118. The Prairie States 12/31/2002
119. To A Locomotive In Winter 12/31/2002
120. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Grace Moneymaker (12/23/2014 5:50:00 PM)

    My mom recently gave me Leaves of Grass to help with my Writer's Block and, being a curious young poet, I sat down and read the poems in the book. Within the first five minutes I got an idea for my short poem The Troubles of Midnight that I had been working on before. The book itself is very inspirational and despite my little sister's hate for poetry, especially mine, I will continue to write.

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  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (12/12/2013 3:49:00 AM)

    In support of the idea of the increasing split between private and public in Whitman's works in the post-war years, as Whitman the lover of men gives way to the iconography of the good gray poet, many emphasize the changes that Whitman made in his Calamus poems after he was fired from his job at the Department of the Interior for moral turpitude. But here again, a close study of the changes that Whitman made in future editions of Leaves of Grass reveals no clear pattern of suppressing or even toning down his love poems to men. In fact, Whitman's decision to delete three poems from ‘Calamus’—‘Who Is Now Reading This? , ’ ‘I Thought That Knowledge Alone Would Suffice, ’ and ‘Hours Continuing Long’—suggests that he sought not to tone down or suppress his expression of manly love but rather to suppress the more negative dimensions of his love for men and to blur the distinction between public poet and private lover he set forth in ’Thought That Knowledge Alone Would Suffice.’

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  • Yacov Mitchenko (10/12/2012 6:34:00 AM)

    The case of Whitman is a complex one. He's among my favorites, yet Kevin Straw has a point: Whitman's major weakness is long-windedness. I have no doubt that his Song of Myself could have been strengthened by a heavy editorial pen. In this regard, I prefer Dickinson because she understood the power of silence and restraint. Yet at his strongest, Whitman displays symphonic exuberance, and he's unquestionably an innovator, which is why the aforementioned weakness can be forgiven. Innovators make a lot of mistakes, and the refiners, though they might produce more polished poems, are less original (generally) . For example, Yeats is more satisfying than Whitman in that his better poems are polished and condensed, but Whitman is still more original.

  • Ryan Walker (8/17/2012 1:06:00 AM)

    Song of Myself is easily THE, American Epic, (along with Moby Dick,) that expresses what a generation felt during that period. Reading it is an exploration into both his world, and your own. It is easily of one of the poems that any avid reader of poetry should read.

  • Kevin Straw Kevin Straw (4/11/2012 8:29:00 PM)

    O what a wordy wordless Whitman. If only he would shut up at the right moment!

    I note the comments have been removed from the poems of the day, such is the respect the site creators have for their contributors.

  • Caneesha Bartlett (4/8/2012 4:53:00 PM)

    I will always love his beauty and such truthful poetry

  • Aj Meunier (3/22/2012 10:54:00 PM)

    i love witman hes my fave poet

  • Silviu Ciocan (1/8/2010 1:46:00 AM)

    ...and Borges read and like very much Whitman.

  • Poet Hunter (7/6/2009 12:19:00 AM)

    'For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you' - Walt Whitman was way ahead of his time when he wrote 'Leaves of Grass' and it seems, for some, he is still way ahead of the times. Great poet! !

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!

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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