Walt Whitman

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

To The Garden The World - Poem by Walt Whitman

TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber;
The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again,
Amorous, mature--all beautiful to me--all wondrous;
My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for
reasons, most wondrous;
Existing, I peer and penetrate still,
Content with the present--content with the past,
By my side, or back of me, Eve following, 10
Or in front, and I following her just the same.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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