Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

201. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy 12/31/2002
202. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002
203. Out From Behind His Mask 12/31/2002
204. Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour 12/31/2002
205. Fast Anchor'D, Eternal, O Love 12/31/2002
206. Years Of The Modern 12/31/2002
207. Proud Music Of The Storm 12/31/2002
208. On The Beach At Night, Alone 12/31/2002
209. Eidólons 12/31/2002
210. Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances 12/31/2002
211. Hush'D Be The Camps To-Day 12/31/2002
212. What Weeping Face 12/31/2002
213. The Dalliance Of The Eagles 12/31/2002
214. Mother And Babe 12/31/2002
215. I Hear It Was Charged Against Me 12/31/2002
216. Sea-Shore Memories 12/31/2002
217. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers 12/31/2002
218. That Last Invocation 12/31/2002
219. When I Read The Book 12/31/2002
220. Carol Of Occupations 12/31/2002
221. Song Of The Broad-Axe 12/31/2002
222. Manhattan Streets I Saunter'D, Pondering 12/31/2002
223. So Long 12/31/2002
224. Now Finale To The Shore 12/31/2002
225. Who Learns My Lesson Complete? 12/31/2002
226. Native Moments 12/31/2002
227. One Hour To Madness And Joy 12/31/2002
228. By Broad Potomac's Shore 12/31/2002
229. Souvenirs Of Democracy 12/31/2002
230. Salut Au Monde 12/31/2002
231. As Toilsome I Wander'D 12/31/2002
232. Bivouac On A Mountain Side 1/3/2003
233. Apostroph 12/31/2002
234. Year That Trembled 12/31/2002
235. The Runner 12/31/2002
236. Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand 12/31/2002
237. With All Thy Gifts 12/31/2002
238. As Consequent, Etc. 12/31/2002
239. Song Of The Universal 12/31/2002
240. From My Last Years 12/31/2002

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • 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.

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  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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)

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

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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