Walt Whitman

Here you will find the Poem To The Garden The World of poet Walt Whitman

To The Garden The World

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.