Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. The Prairie-Grass Dividing 12/31/2002
122. This Dust Was Once The Man 12/31/2002
123. Walt Whitman's Caution 12/31/2002
124. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
125. The Ship Starting 12/31/2002
126. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
127. The Ox Tamer 12/31/2002
128. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb 12/31/2002
129. Spirit That Form'D Theis Scene 12/31/2002
130. The Centerarian's Story 12/31/2002
131. Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break 12/31/2002
132. States! 12/31/2002
133. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
134. There Was A Child Went Forth 12/31/2002
135. Locations And Times 12/31/2002
136. Spain 1873-'74 12/31/2002
137. The Indications 12/31/2002
138. The Base Of All Metaphysics 12/31/2002
139. Scented Herbage Of My Breast 12/31/2002
140. Inscription 12/31/2002
141. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
142. Savantism 12/31/2002
143. Other May Praise What They Like 12/31/2002
144. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
145. Recorders Ages Hence 12/31/2002
146. Over The Carnage 12/31/2002
147. Tests 12/31/2002
148. Now List To My Morning's Romanza 12/31/2002
149. The Mystic Trumpeter 12/31/2002
150. One Sweeps By 12/31/2002
151. France, The 18th Year Of These States 12/31/2002
152. A Song Of Joys 12/19/2014
153. Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All 12/31/2002
154. Says 12/31/2002
155. Race Of Veterans 12/31/2002
156. Not Youth Pertains To Me 12/31/2002
157. Offerings 12/31/2002
158. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
159. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
160. I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ 12/31/2002

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 1:08:00 AM)

    So talented poet of the earth.....! ! ! ! !

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  • ikeda masako (12/9/2018 11:17:00 PM)

    Clear, youth.
    With Sun
    I am sad like that.
    Emotions are pleasing
    I have a red lips.
    She seems to be mean
    I will be a friend
    But the night comes soon.
    That person is ahead in time
    Writing this self poem in French, and then translating it into Japanese was rich.

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  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (11/26/2018 5:10:00 PM)

    I really like 'Leaves of Grass', particularly 'Song of Myself'. The poems are in long, free lines, with a rhythm
    that keeps you reading. Whitman was like no other poet I had read before 2012. Many of his poems are very long in many stanzas-so much the better for a genuine reader.

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  • jack mehoff (11/19/2018 10:15:00 AM)

    why does he keep making up words

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  • Deez Nuts (11/8/2018 12:22:00 PM)

    so many words man this is ridiculous

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  • billy mog (7/1/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    hi I believe that the poem o captain my captain is about me because I am the captain of my toy ship that I play with in the bath that's what my mum says.

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  • Mary Brown (7/1/2018 10:24:00 PM)

    hi guys,
    I was just wondering why ya'll are hating on my comments like if I think someone is hot I'm aloud to say so I have rights too.

    regards Mary

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  • lemonlover229 (7/1/2018 10:16:00 PM)

    lemons are awesome #lemonlover

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  • Mary Brown (6/18/2018 12:13:00 AM)

    Walt is such a great poet, I love him. he is quite hot.

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  • mr popinical (6/18/2018 12:10:00 AM)

    you kids you better stop being disrespectful to the this poet, he is my greatest inspiration. YAAAHHH


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Best Poem of Walt Whitman

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch...

Read the full of A Noiseless Patient Spider

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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