Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

201. Of The Visage Of Things 12/31/2002
202. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy 12/31/2002
203. Italian Music In Dakota 12/31/2002
204. The Runner 12/31/2002
205. Out From Behind His Mask 12/31/2002
206. Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour 12/31/2002
207. Fast Anchor'D, Eternal, O Love 12/31/2002
208. Years Of The Modern 12/31/2002
209. On The Beach At Night, Alone 12/31/2002
210. Eidólons 12/31/2002
211. Prayer Of Columbus 12/31/2002
212. Hush'D Be The Camps To-Day 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. That Last Invocation 12/31/2002
217. When I Read The Book 12/31/2002
218. Carol Of Occupations 12/31/2002
219. Rise, O Days 12/31/2002
220. Manhattan Streets I Saunter'D, Pondering 12/31/2002
221. The Last Invocation 1/3/2003
222. So Long 12/31/2002
223. From Pent-Up Aching Rivers 12/31/2002
224. Now Finale To The Shore 12/31/2002
225. Souvenirs Of Democracy 12/31/2002
226. In Cabin'D Ships At Sea 12/31/2002
227. Salut Au Monde 12/31/2002
228. Bivouac On A Mountain Side 1/3/2003
229. Song Of The Redwood-Tree 12/31/2002
230. Apostroph 12/31/2002
231. Whispers Of Heavenly Death 12/31/2002
232. Year That Trembled 12/31/2002
233. Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand 12/31/2002
234. With All Thy Gifts 12/31/2002
235. As Consequent, Etc. 12/31/2002
236. Song Of The Universal 12/31/2002
237. Proud Music Of The Storm 12/31/2002
238. From My Last Years 12/31/2002
239. Kosmos 12/31/2002
240. Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances 12/31/2002

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  • jorge da cunha lima (11/29/2017 6:24:00 PM)

    poetry is not inspiration

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  • kool dood (11/26/2017 5:54:00 PM)

    i am the bestist and da koolist good arownd

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  • kool dood (11/26/2017 5:52:00 PM)

    i am da koolist dood arownd

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  • Sophia (11/22/2017 9:42:00 AM)

    I'm doing a school assignment on Walt Whitman. I need 3 credible sources, and was wondering if I could get some help.

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  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (11/22/2017 8:59:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem.thanks for sharing.10++++

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  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:41:00 PM)

    Seminal poet, way ahead of his time: he's still, I think, the quintessential American poet, full of many bravado & generosity. The extrovert soul brother to Dickenson's brisk introversion.

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  • Jared Washburn (2/14/2017 7:35:00 AM)

    The greatest of all time.

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  • Muzahidul Reza Muzahidul Reza (11/2/2016 2:09:00 PM)

    One of the successful poets in his time and even at present whose writings affect many readers of his writings.....

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  • Tapati Ray (4/5/2016 6:25:00 PM)

    I like his versatility.

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  • Sam Mohammed (6/3/2015 3:21:00 AM)

    The poet that cannot be replaced, even by Shakespeare, because he is different, his poems are different, always inspiring

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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 ...

Read the full of O Captain! My Captain!

A Paumanok Picture

TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting--they discover a thick school of mossbonkers--
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand ankle-deep
in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats

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