Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

121. In The New Garden In All The Parts 12/31/2002
122. Inscription 12/31/2002
123. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002
124. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! 12/31/2002
125. Kosmos 12/31/2002
126. Laws For Creations 12/31/2002
127. Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867 12/31/2002
128. Lessons 12/31/2002
129. Lo! Victress On The Peaks 12/31/2002
130. Locations And Times 12/31/2002
131. Long I Thought That Knowledge 12/31/2002
132. Long, Too Long America 1/3/2003
133. Long, Too Long, O Land! 12/31/2002
134. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
135. Look Down, Fair Moon 12/31/2002
136. Manhattan Streets I Saunter'D, Pondering 12/31/2002
137. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
138. Me Imperturbe 12/31/2002
139. Mediums 12/31/2002
140. Miracles 12/31/2002
141. Mother And Babe 12/31/2002
142. My Picture-Callery 12/31/2002
143. Myself And Mine 12/31/2002
144. Native Moments 12/31/2002
145. Night On The Prairies 12/31/2002
146. No Labor-Saving Machine 12/31/2002
147. Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes 12/31/2002
148. Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only 12/31/2002
149. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me 12/31/2002
150. Not The Pilot 12/31/2002
151. Not Youth Pertains To Me 12/31/2002
152. Now Finale To The Shore 12/31/2002
153. Now List To My Morning's Romanza 12/31/2002
154. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 12/31/2002
155. O Captain! My Captain! 12/31/2002
156. O Hymen! O Hymenee! 12/31/2002
157. O Living Always--Always Dying 12/31/2002
158. O Me! O Life! 12/31/2002
159. O Star Of France 12/31/2002
160. O Sun Of Real Peace 12/31/2002

Comments about Walt 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

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  • 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.)

  • Kristina Carter (12/2/2005 11:10:00 AM)

    I like the poem, 'Lessons.' It talks about how people usually only teach others about the good things, but it is just as important to teach someone about bad things. It may hurt the person you are teaching the bad things to, but if you love them, like Whitman says, then you'll do it for their good.

  • Kristina Carter (12/2/2005 11:03:00 AM)

    In the poem, 'Miracles, ' I really like the point that Whitman is trying to make. Everything in life really is a miracle. Just watching the grass blow in the wind is a miracle. Whitman is showing that everything in life is important, even the small things that no one really thinks about.

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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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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