More from Walt Whitman
- I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. Song of Myself
- O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won
- O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won O Captain! My Captain!
- Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems; You shall possess the good of the earth and sun
- What is it that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have ever read.
- Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06