About Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, on Long Island, New York. He was the second son of Walter Whitman, a house-builder, and Louisa Van Velsor. In the 1820s and 1830s, the family, which consisted of nine children, lived in Long Island and Brooklyn, where Whitman attended the Brooklyn public schools. A…
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude,I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Continuities
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,No birth, identity, form no object of the world.
We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
We two, how long we were fool d,Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
About Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, on Long Island, New York. He was the second son of Walter Whitman, a house-builder, and Louisa Van Velsor. In the 1820s and 1830s, the family, which consisted of nine children, lived in Long Island and Brooklyn, where Whitman attended the Brooklyn public schools.
At the age of twelve, Whitman began to learn the printer’s trade and fell in love with the written word. Largely self-taught, he read voraciously, becoming acquainted with the works of Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, and the Bible.
Whitman worked as a printer in New York City until a devastating fire in the printing district demolished the industry. In 1836, at the age of seventeen, he began his career as teacher in the one-room schoolhouses of Long Island. He continued to teach until 1841, when he turned to journalism as a full-time career.
Walt Whitman: Quick Answers
Who is Walt Whitman?
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819, in West Hills, on Long Island, New York. He was the second son of Walter Whitman, a house-builder, and Louisa Van Velsor.
Where can I read Walt Whitman's poetry?
Kavishala has 48 poems and stories by Walt Whitman, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Walt Whitman
To a Stranger
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude,I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Continuities
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,No birth, identity, form no object of the world.
We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
We two, how long we were fool d,Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
Not the Pilot
Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many times baffled;Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long,
Song Of Myself
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,
O Captain! My Captain!
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
When Lilacs Last In The Door-Yard Bloom’d
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I Sing The Body Electric
I sing the body electric,The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
Beautiful Women
Women sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young;The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.
O Me! O Life!
O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Selected Quotes by Walt Whitman (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,No birth, identity, form no object of the world.
We two, how long we were fool d,Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
Among the men and women the multitude,I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,
O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
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