Walt Whitman

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

Walt Whitman Poems

321. Mannahatta 12/31/2002
322. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 12/31/2002
323. Look Down, Fair Moon 12/31/2002
324. So Far And So Far, And On Toward The End 12/31/2002
325. As I Ponder'D In Silence 12/31/2002
326. As I Ebb'D With The Ocean Of Life 1/3/2003
327. On Old Man's Thought Of School 12/31/2002
328. Full Of Life, Now 12/31/2002
329. On The Beach At Night 12/31/2002
330. Spontaneous Me 12/31/2002
331. Debris 12/31/2002
332. Song Of Myself, X 1/20/2003
333. I Dream'D In A Dream 12/31/2002
334. Ashes Of Soldiers 12/31/2002
335. I Will Take An Egg Out Of The Robin's Nest 12/31/2002
336. As I Watche'D The Ploughman Ploughing 12/31/2002
337. Faces 12/31/2002
338. Germs 12/31/2002
339. Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun 12/31/2002
340. I Was Looking A Long While 12/31/2002
341. Lessons 12/31/2002
342. Had I The Choice 1/3/2003
343. God 12/31/2002
344. Sometimes With One I Love 12/31/2002
345. Pioneers! O Pioneers! 12/31/2002
346. Song Of The Open Road 12/31/2002
347. A Proadway Pageant 12/31/2002
348. Cavalry Crossing A Ford 12/31/2002
349. I Sit And Look Out 12/31/2002
350. As At Thy Portals Also Death 12/31/2002
351. Behavior 12/31/2002
352. Bathed In War's Perfume 12/31/2002
353. City Of Ships 12/31/2002
354. Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking 1/20/2003
355. I Sing The Body Electric 12/31/2002
356. O You Whom I Often And Silently Come 12/31/2002
357. Aboard At A Ship's Helm 12/31/2002
358. O Living Always--Always Dying 12/31/2002
359. Adieu To A Soldier 12/31/2002
360. O Hymen! O Hymenee! 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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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
night;
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
sparkle;

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