Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

241. Kosmos 12/31/2002
242. City Of Orgies 12/31/2002
243. Sea-Shore Memories 12/31/2002
244. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours 12/31/2002
245. Long, Too Long America 1/3/2003
246. Who Is Now Reading This? 12/31/2002
247. Myself And Mine 12/31/2002
248. Pensive And Faltering 12/31/2002
249. World, Take Good Notice 12/31/2002
250. Excelsior 12/31/2002
251. When I Heard At The Close Of The Day 12/31/2002
252. Passage To India 12/31/2002
253. Bivouac On A Mountain Side 1/3/2003
254. Elemental Drifts 12/31/2002
255. Quicksand Years 12/31/2002
256. That Last Invocation 12/31/2002
257. Perfections 12/31/2002
258. Poems Of Joys 12/31/2002
259. Reconciliation 12/31/2002
260. Great Are The Myths 12/31/2002
261. Despairing Cries 12/31/2002
262. O Sun Of Real Peace 12/31/2002
263. Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone 12/31/2002
264. Of Him I Love Day And Night 12/31/2002
265. Salut Au Monde 12/31/2002
266. Assurances 12/31/2002
267. Darest Thou Now, O Soul 12/31/2002
268. Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me 12/31/2002
269. Dirge For Two Veterans 12/31/2002
270. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
271. Song For All Seas, All Ships 12/31/2002
272. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
273. For Him I Sing 12/31/2002
274. My Picture-Callery 12/31/2002
275. Gliding Over All 12/31/2002
276. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
277. An Army Corps On The March 12/31/2002
278. One Song, America, Before I Go 12/31/2002
279. Apostroph 12/31/2002
280. As Toilsome I Wander'D Virginia's Woods 1/3/2003

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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Camps Of Green

NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers,
When, as order'd forward, after a long march,
Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessen'd, we halted for the
Some of us so fatigued, carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping
asleep in our tracks;
Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up began to

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