To the Garden The World
Acrylic Painting on Watercolor Paper with Vintage Book Paper of Poem by Walt Whitman, "To the Garden, The World". Poem reads:
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, having
brought me again,
Amorous, matureâall beautiful to meâall 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 presentâcontent with the past,
By my side, or back of me, Eve following,
Or in front, and I following her just the same.
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, having
brought me again,
Amorous, matureâall beautiful to meâall 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 presentâcontent with the past,
By my side, or back of me, Eve following,
Or in front, and I following her just the same.