Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

321. Drum-Taps 12/31/2002
322. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
323. Song At Sunset 12/31/2002
324. Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking 1/20/2003
325. Beat! Beat! Drums! 12/31/2002
326. A Boston Ballad, 1854 12/31/2002
327. Sometimes With One I Love 12/31/2002
328. O Hymen! O Hymenee! 12/31/2002
329. As I Ponder'D In Silence 12/31/2002
330. Lessons 12/31/2002
331. To Think Of Time 12/31/2002
332. I Thought I Was Not Alone 12/31/2002
333. Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me? 12/31/2002
334. As At Thy Portals Also Death 12/31/2002
335. A Leaf For Hand In Hand 12/31/2002
336. Pioneers! O Pioneers! 12/31/2002
337. Song Of Myself, III 2/18/2015
338. A March In The Ranks, Hard-Prest 12/31/2002
339. As I Ebb'D With The Ocean Of Life 1/3/2003
340. Or From That Sea Of Time 12/31/2002
341. Full Of Life, Now 12/31/2002
342. O You Whom I Often And Silently Come 12/31/2002
343. Aboard At A Ship's Helm 12/31/2002
344. Long, Too Long America 1/3/2003
345. I Sit And Look Out 12/31/2002
346. Faces 12/31/2002
347. After The Sea-Ship 12/31/2002
348. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer 1/20/2003
349. City Of Ships 12/31/2002
350. Old Ireland 12/31/2002
351. Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun 12/31/2002
352. Ashes Of Soldiers 12/31/2002
353. Adieu To A Soldier 12/31/2002
354. Behavior 12/31/2002
355. God 12/31/2002
356. On Old Man's Thought Of School 12/31/2002
357. Tears 12/31/2002
358. The Voice Of The Rain 12/11/2014
359. Cavalry Crossing A Ford 12/31/2002
360. I Sing The Body Electric 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)

    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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Portals

WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?

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