Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

281. World, Take Good Notice 12/31/2002
282. When I Heard At The Close Of The Day 12/31/2002
283. By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame 12/31/2002
284. As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado 12/31/2002
285. An Army Corps On The March 12/31/2002
286. In Paths Untrodden 12/31/2002
287. Elemental Drifts 12/31/2002
288. Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd 12/31/2002
289. Darest Thou Now, O Soul 12/31/2002
290. Portals 12/31/2002
291. As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario's Shores 12/31/2002
292. Beginners 12/31/2002
293. Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand 12/31/2002
294. Reconciliation 12/31/2002
295. Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone 12/31/2002
296. Of Him I Love Day And Night 12/31/2002
297. I Am He That Aches With Love 12/31/2002
298. Camps Of Green 12/31/2002
299. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
300. Ages And Ages, Returning At Intervals 12/31/2002
301. Tears 12/31/2002
302. Poems Of Joys 12/31/2002
303. As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days 12/31/2002
304. How Solemn As One By One 12/31/2002
305. Among The Multitude 12/31/2002
306. Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love 12/31/2002
307. American Feuillage 12/31/2002
308. Song At Sunset 12/31/2002
309. Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats 12/31/2002
310. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
311. Come, Said My Soul 1/3/2003
312. As If A Phantom Caress'D Me 12/31/2002
313. The Imprisoned Soul 1/4/2003
314. That Music Always Round Me 12/31/2002
315. Laws For Creations 12/31/2002
316. Here, Sailor 12/31/2002
317. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
318. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
319. Song Of Myself, XI 1/20/2003
320. That Shadow, My Likeness 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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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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