Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
282. One's Self I Sing 12/31/2002
283. For Him I Sing 12/31/2002
284. Hours Continuing Long 12/31/2002
285. Gliding Over All 12/31/2002
286. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
287. Excelsior 12/31/2002
288. Song At Sunset 12/31/2002
289. As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado 12/31/2002
290. An Army Corps On The March 12/31/2002
291. Song Of The Redwood-Tree 12/31/2002
292. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
293. Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd 12/31/2002
294. As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores 12/31/2002
295. Poems Of Joys 12/31/2002
296. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
297. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
298. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
299. Laws For Creations 12/31/2002
300. Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals 12/31/2002
301. Tears 12/31/2002
302. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
303. As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days 12/31/2002
304. Reconciliation 12/31/2002
305. How Solemn As One By One 12/31/2002
306. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
307. Among The Multitude 12/31/2002
308. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
309. Portals 12/31/2002
310. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
311. American Feuillage 12/31/2002
312. Look Down, Fair Moon 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. As If A Phantom Caress'D Me 12/31/2002
317. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
318. On The Beach At Night 12/31/2002
319. As Adam, Early In The Morning 12/31/2002
320. That Music Always Round Me 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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