Lyric Poem · Love
Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love
by Walt Whitman
PRIMEVAL my love for the woman I love,
O bride! O wife! more resistless, more enduring than I can tell, the thought of you!
Then separate, as disembodied, the purest born,
The ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love” by Walt Whitman — quilloak.com/poems/primeval-my-love-for-the-woman-i-love
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