About Walt Whitman

Walter "Walt" Whitman (1819-1892) was an American poet, essayist, and journalist. One of the most influential of American poets and the father of free verse, his works celebrate American life and the emerging nation. His most famous poems include "I Hear America Singing," "Song of Myself," "O Captain! My Captain!" and "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd," the last two written about Abraham Lincoln. His major work was his 1855 collection of poems, Leaves of Grass.

“O Captain! My Captain!”

By |2020-11-12T08:25:34-06:00November 14th, 2020|Categories: Poetry|

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!       [...]

“Pioneers! O Pioneers!”

By |2020-07-16T12:46:24-05:00May 30th, 2020|Categories: Poetry|

COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your sharp edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O [...]

“On the Beach at Night”

By |2017-06-27T11:15:06-05:00July 19th, 2017|Categories: Beauty, Nature, Poetry|

On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends large and [...]

“Baseball Is Our Game”

By |2020-07-10T14:33:51-05:00June 28th, 2017|Categories: Baseball, Culture, Quotation, Tradition|

"I like your interest in sports ball, chiefest of all base-ball particularly: base-ball is our game: the American game: I connect it with our national character. Sports take people out of doors, get them filled with oxygen generate some of the brutal customs (so-called brutal customs) which, after all, tend to habituate people to a [...]

“Delicate Cluster”

By |2020-06-11T13:42:49-05:00June 14th, 2017|Categories: Civil War, Culture, Liberty, Patriotism, Poetry|

Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands—all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch'd you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!) Flag cerulean—sunny flag, with the orbs of night dappled! Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to [...]

O Me! O Life!

By |2017-06-12T13:10:56-05:00February 7th, 2016|Categories: Poetry|

O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) […]

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

By |2020-11-01T13:42:15-06:00June 28th, 2015|Categories: Poetry|

1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring, Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. 2 O [...]

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