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 having 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