Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

161. Inscription 12/31/2002
162. Shut Not Your Doors, &C. 12/31/2002
163. Patroling Barnegat 12/31/2002
164. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
165. From Paumanok Starting 12/31/2002
166. O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! 12/31/2002
167. The Sleepers 12/31/2002
168. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me 12/31/2002
169. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 12/31/2002
170. From Far Dakota's Canons 12/31/2002
171. Mediums 12/31/2002
172. Delicate Cluster 12/31/2002
173. Tests 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. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! 12/31/2002
186. Sparkles From The Wheel 12/31/2002
187. Native Moments 12/31/2002
188. Chanting The Square Deific 12/31/2002
189. Starting From Paumanok 12/31/2002
190. Me Imperturbe 12/31/2002
191. Hush'D Be The Camps Today 1/3/2003
192. Offerings 12/31/2002
193. Once I Pass'D Through A Populous City 12/31/2002
194. In The New Garden In All The Parts 12/31/2002
195. Spirit Whose Work Is Done 12/31/2002
196. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
197. In Former Songs 12/31/2002
198. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
199. Long I Thought That Knowledge 12/31/2002
200. Ethiopia Saluting The Colors 12/31/2002

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Stephen Cummins (12/2/2005 10:55:00 AM)

    in the poem 'calvary crossing a ford' it tells of an American troop of soldiers, but to me this poem seems to bring a sense of pride about, because you see the soldiers after a battle, crossing the ford to make their way into the next combat situation and risking their lives to protect those back home, also you hear of the flag waving in the wind as it still stands tall after the battle

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  • Tony Triplett (12/2/2005 10:48:00 AM)

    This poem 'A Sight in Camp', one of those stories that keep you guessing who it is that the author sees dead and divine. I really enjoy this peom, because it makes you wonder if that was an experince that he had to go through while helping the soldiers, if he saw a dead soldier lying on a strecther having no clue at all who it is, while walking up starts to realize that it was one of his friends.

  • Stephen Cummins (12/2/2005 10:46:00 AM)

    the poem 'behavior' to me describes that the actions we choose to partake in can be the greatest determing factor of the remainder of our lives. bad choices lead down the wrong road, while the correct make your life easier and heading in the right direction to happiness.

  • Uriah Hamilton (8/16/2005 8:42:00 AM)

    Along with Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman created modern American poetry and is the spiritual father of Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac and all romantic wordsmiths digging life in a big and gentle way.

  • Kalyan Panda (6/29/2003 4:44:00 PM)

    beautiful
    please let me know inter-relation between Roman Rolland, Swami Vivekananda
    regards

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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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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