Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. Of Him I Love Day And Night 12/31/2002
282. Carol Of Words 12/31/2002
283. Poets To Come 12/31/2002
284. Come Up From The Fields, Father 12/31/2002
285. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
286. One's Self I Sing 12/31/2002
287. For Him I Sing 12/31/2002
288. Hours Continuing Long 12/31/2002
289. Gliding Over All 12/31/2002
290. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
291. Song At Sunset 12/31/2002
292. As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado 12/31/2002
293. An Army Corps On The March 12/31/2002
294. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
295. Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd 12/31/2002
296. Dirge For Two Veterans 12/31/2002
297. Portals 12/31/2002
298. As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores 12/31/2002
299. Look Down, Fair Moon 12/31/2002
300. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
301. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
302. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
303. Laws For Creations 12/31/2002
304. Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals 12/31/2002
305. Tears 12/31/2002
306. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
307. How Solemn As One By One 12/31/2002
308. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
309. Among The Multitude 12/31/2002
310. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
311. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
312. American Feuillage 12/31/2002
313. Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats 12/31/2002
314. Come, Said My Soul 1/3/2003
315. As The Time Draws Nigh 12/31/2002
316. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
317. On The Beach At Night 12/31/2002
318. That Music Always Round Me 12/31/2002
319. Here, Sailor 12/31/2002
320. Ashes Of Soldiers 12/31/2002

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • 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.

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  • 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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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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