Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. When I Heard At The Close Of The Day 12/31/2002
282. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
283. Dirge For Two Veterans 12/31/2002
284. Hours Continuing Long 12/31/2002
285. Myself And Mine 12/31/2002
286. Portals 12/31/2002
287. On The Beach At Night, Alone 12/31/2002
288. Excelsior 12/31/2002
289. Debris 12/31/2002
290. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
291. One Song, America, Before I Go 12/31/2002
292. The Untold Want 12/31/2002
293. The Return Of The Heroes 12/4/2014
294. Bathed In War's Perfume 12/31/2002
295. Poets To Come 12/31/2002
296. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
297. That Shadow, My Likeness 12/31/2002
298. Longings For Home 1/9/2015
299. I Was Looking A Long While 12/31/2002
300. Among The Multitude 12/31/2002
301. On Journeys Through The States 12/31/2002
302. Poems Of Joys 12/31/2002
303. Gliding Over All 12/31/2002
304. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 12/31/2002
305. We Two Boys Together Clinging 12/31/2002
306. Beginners 12/31/2002
307. Perfections 12/31/2002
308. Look Down, Fair Moon 12/31/2002
309. Song Of Myself, XI 1/20/2003
310. Song Of Myself, LII 11/28/2014
311. Despairing Cries 12/31/2002
312. Come, Said My Soul 1/3/2003
313. Song For All Seas, All Ships 12/31/2002
314. These, I, Singing In Spring 12/31/2002
315. The Runner 12/31/2002
316. O Living Always--Always Dying 12/31/2002
317. Come Up From The Fields, Father 12/31/2002
318. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
319. Germs 12/31/2002
320. O Sun Of Real Peace 12/31/2002
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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