Ao jardim, o mundo, renovado em ascensão,
Parceiros potentes, filhas, filhos, em prelúdio,
O amor, a vida de seus corpos, ser e sentido,
Curioso, contemple aqui minha ressurreição, após o sono;
Os ciclos em revolução, em seu amplo movimento, aqui me trouxeram outra vez,
Amoroso, maduro – tudo belo para mim – tudo maravilhoso;
Meus membros, e o fogo trêmulo que folga neles, pelos mais maravilhosos motivos;
Existindo, eu perscruto e penetro ainda,
Contente com o presente – contente com o passado,
Ao meu lado, ou atrás de mim, Eva me seguindo,
Ou à frente, e eu a segui-la do mesmo jeito.
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,
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, 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,
Or in front, and I following her just the same.
Walt Whitman
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