Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

161. Still, Though The One I Sing 12/31/2002
162. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
163. I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ 12/31/2002
164. Respondez! 12/31/2002
165. Shut Not Your Doors, &C. 12/31/2002
166. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
167. From Paumanok Starting 12/31/2002
168. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 12/31/2002
169. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me 12/31/2002
170. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
171. From Far Dakota's Canons 12/31/2002
172. Mediums 12/31/2002
173. Delicate Cluster 12/31/2002
174. Song Of The Exposition 12/31/2002
175. I Saw Old General At Bay 12/31/2002
176. Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States 12/31/2002
177. The City Dead-House 12/31/2002
178. O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy 12/31/2002
179. Not The Pilot 12/31/2002
180. Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes 12/31/2002
181. Night On The Prairies 12/31/2002
182. The Dresser 12/31/2002
183. Rise, O Days 12/31/2002
184. The Last Invocation 1/3/2003
185. Behold This Swarthy Face 12/31/2002
186. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! 12/31/2002
187. Sparkles From The Wheel 12/31/2002
188. Native Moments 12/31/2002
189. Chanting The Square Deific 12/31/2002
190. Starting From Paumanok 12/31/2002
191. Me Imperturbe 12/31/2002
192. Hush'D Be The Camps Today 1/3/2003
193. O Star Of France 12/31/2002
194. Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City 12/31/2002
195. In The New Garden In All The Parts 12/31/2002
196. Spirit Whose Work Is Done 12/31/2002
197. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
198. In Former Songs 12/31/2002
199. Roaming In Thought 12/31/2002
200. On Journeys Through The States 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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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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