Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

We Two, How Long We Were Fooled, by Walt Whitman

We two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
We ar...

What Ship Puzzled at Sea, by Walt Whitman

What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
Or coming in, to avoid the bars and fol...

What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?, by Walt Whitman

What think you I take my pen in hand to record?
The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, t...

When I Heard at the Close of the Day, by Walt Whitman

When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd
with plaudits in the capitol,...

When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer, by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns bef...

When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame, by Walt Whitman

When I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories of
mighty generals, I do not envy ...

When I Read the Book, by Walt Whitman

When I read the book, the biography famous,
And is this then (said I) what the author calls a ...

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman

1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western s...

When the Full-Grown Poet Came, by Walt Whitman

When the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all i...

Whispers of Heavenly Death, by Walt Whitman

Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand, by Walt Whitman

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fai...

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?, by Walt Whitman

Who learns my lesson complete?
Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist,
The stu...

With Antecedents, by Walt Whitman

1 With antecedents,
With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,
With al...

With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!, by Walt Whitman

With husky-haughty lips, O sea!
Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore,
Imaging to my...

A Woman Waits for Me, by Walt Whitman

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if sex were ...