Walt Whitman

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

Primeval My Love For The Woman I Love - Poem by Walt Whitman

PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love,
O bride! O wife! more resistless, more enduring than I can tell, the
thought of you!
Then separate, as disembodied, the purest born,
The ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,
I ascend--I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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