Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals
by Walt Whitman.
Ages and ages returning at intervals,
Undestroy'd, wandering immortal,
Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet,
I, chanter of Adamic songs,
Through the new garden the West, the great cities calling,
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself,
Bathing myself, bathing my songs in Sex,
Offspring of my loins.
|from Children of Adam: Leaves of Grass BOOK IV.|
by Walt Whitman
|Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd||We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd|