Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

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

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Riquetta Elliott (10/10/2007 10:44:00 AM)

    Walt Whitman is a genuine poet because he writes his expression freely about his sentiments. He don't have to rhyme to make his poetry meaningful. He has a free verse to make it meaningful and understanding.

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  • Zubyre Parvez Zubyre Parvez (1/22/2007 12:15:00 PM)

    I love Walt Whitman, he writes with the grand air and he encompasses variety, he isn't staring down a microscope though he has the attentiveness of any detail-orientated person. It's his emotional heart centre at work ant its very magical. It's that which makes his writing expansive and gives us a feeling of exuberance. He's not an intellectual, but a Lover.

    Alot of contemporary poetry since the classics seems homely and nice, domestic etc, but its really the grand stuff such as Eternity that gives the classical poets their grand airs. And their poetry lasts...they are concerned with the foundations and posterity and the long term...they care about life after them and they care about their forefathers, their country, their people, they just love, that's all.

    There's been a trend in the contemporary poets to be banal, like Phillip Larkin, and its a direct product of being in a godless world, and the literati push for the banal and disordered thinking of the modernists and postmodernists, so that now the national poets who work towards unity, spirituality and grand narratives (something healthy and good) are pushed to the sidelines. Yet post-structuralism and so much modern theory has destroyed the traditional sublime arts which are limitless in their level of beauty and art can is a pursuit of perfection.
    I dunno but Rumi mighta reached a level of beauty in his poetry that musta been supreme this side of the galaxy!

    walt whitman was a national poet and he was a traditional sage. He preserved the forms of his forefathers, and he is writing within a tradition, he has a strong sense of place and he is connected to the larger picture and yet his individuality is very pronounced.
    He has his launchpad his womb of history and ancestory, and he flies his rocket.
    Goethe was a rooted traveller and explorer of life so is Whitman.

  • Lonely Eye (3/3/2006 2:49:00 PM)

    the more knowing we have of whatever it may be perpetuates the unknown to which we must look to discover
    as when it is life that has been lived to its utmost we shall graciously enter into death for not the end but the beginning of what is unknown

  • Alicia Hodkin (12/8/2005 11:02:00 AM)

    At the beginning of the poem, Whitman is filled with anguish and depression. He's so depressed and deperate that it's causing pain. He's pouring out all the emotion that's built up inside of him. Since he's been in anguish he takes a good look at himself and doesn't even recognize who he's become. During the day he acts as though it's a mundane way of life, but in the night, when no one's looking, his emotion is desperately pouring out like the ocean.

  • Amanda Patrick (12/8/2005 11:01:00 AM)

    In the poem, 'Tears, ' Whitman is very depressed. He talks about crying on the shore of the beach and just letting himself go. He doesn't know who he is anymore. He talks about how he is calm during the day and doesn't show his inner feelings, and how at night he becomes very depressed again without any one knowing.

  • Amanda Patrick (12/8/2005 10:44:00 AM)

    When I read the poem, 'Sparkles From The Wheel', I thought whitman was saying how something so little can turn out to be so beautiful. For example, in the line when he says, 'The scene, and all its belongings-how they seize and affect me! '

  • Alicia Hodkin (12/8/2005 10:39:00 AM)

    In the poem, 'Sparkels From The Wheel, ' Walt Whitman is stepping away from the crowded, busy part of life and looking beyond what the world would see. To him, he sees a man who's working hard and giving all he has into his job. For example, he 'carefully holds it' and has percision. What the world would see as a man of poverty, Whitman sees as a skill that brings awe.

  • Amanda Patrick (12/8/2005 10:26:00 AM)

    In the poem 'Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb' the last line says 'And of me, as lover and hero.' I thought this line meant that whitman was now a lover of the earth, and that he was a hero to himself because he passed earth's tests.

  • Kristina Carter (12/2/2005 11:17:00 AM)

    In the poem, 'Laws of Creation, ' Whitman talks about questions people have asked while trying to make their own creation. He is trying to show that there are no rules to creation, and there are no boundaries as long as it was created.

  • Alicia Hodkin (12/2/2005 11:13:00 AM)

    In the poem 'Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb' Whitman is talking about how the earth in it's huge solid form, is challenging his 'ideal dreams.' He finally decides that he has to accept what is given to him.
    What do you think about the statement 'And of me, as lover and hero? ' (amanda and shelly r.)

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!

Native Moments


NATIVE moments! when you come upon me--Ah you are here now! Give me now
libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
coarse and rank! To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings--to-night too;
I am for those who believe in loose delights--I share the midnight orgies
of young men; I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The
echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my love some prostitute--I
pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He s

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