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7 — Poem of The Body.
THE bodies of men and women engirth me, and
I engirth them,
They will not let me off, nor I them, till I go with them, respond to them, love them.
They will not let me off, nor I them, till I go with them, respond to them, love them.
Was it doubted if those who corrupt their own live
bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
The expression of the body of man or woman
balks account,
The male is perfect, and that of the female is per- fect.
The male is perfect, and that of the female is per- fect.
The expression of a well-made man appears not
only in his face,
It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex
of his waist and knees — dress does not
hide him,
The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton and flannel,
To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.
It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists,
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The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton and flannel,
To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.
The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and
heads of women, the folds of their dress,
their style as we pass in the street, the con- tour of their shape downwards,
The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green- shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently in the heave of the water,
The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the horseman in his saddle,
Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their per- formances,
The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,
The female soothing a child, the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard,
The young fellow hoeing corn, the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd,
The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys,
quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born,
out on the vacant lot at sun-down, after work,
The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,
The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;
The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-set- ting trowsers and waist-straps,
The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, the listening on the alert,
The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curved neck, the counting,
Such-like I love, I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's breast with the little child,
Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, pause, listen, count.
The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green- shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently in the heave of the water,
The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the horseman in his saddle,
Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their per- formances,
The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,
The female soothing a child, the farmer's daughter in the garden or cow-yard,
The young fellow hoeing corn, the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd,
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The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,
The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;
The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-set- ting trowsers and waist-straps,
The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, the listening on the alert,
The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curved neck, the counting,
Such-like I love, I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's breast with the little child,
Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, pause, listen, count.
I knew a man, he was a common farmer, he was
the father of five sons, and in them were the
fathers of sons, and in them were the fathers
of sons.
This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness,
beauty of person,
The shape of his head, the richness and breadth
of his manners, the pale yellow and white
of his hair and beard, the immeasurable
meaning of his black eyes,
These I used to go and visit him to see — he was wise also,
He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old — his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,
They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him, they did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love,
He drank water only, the blood showed like scar- let through the clear brown skin of his face,
He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sailed his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner — he had fowling-pieces, presented to him by men that loved him,
When he went with his five sons and many grand- sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang,
You would wish long and long to be with him — you would wish to sit by him in the boat, that you and he might touch each other.
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These I used to go and visit him to see — he was wise also,
He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old — his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,
They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him, they did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love,
He drank water only, the blood showed like scar- let through the clear brown skin of his face,
He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sailed his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner — he had fowling-pieces, presented to him by men that loved him,
When he went with his five sons and many grand- sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang,
You would wish long and long to be with him — you would wish to sit by him in the boat, that you and he might touch each other.
I have perceived that to be with those I like is
enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is
enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breath- ing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them, to touch any one, to rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment — what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it, as in a sea.
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To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breath- ing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them, to touch any one, to rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment — what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it, as in a sea.
There is something in staying close to men and
women, and looking on them, and in the con- tact and odor of them, that pleases the soul
well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.
This is the female form!
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor — all falls aside but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the atmosphere and the clouds, what was expected of heaven or feared of hell, are now consumed,
Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable,
Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling
hands, all diffused — mine too diffused,
Ebb stung by the flow, and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,
Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and deliri- ous juice,
Bridegroom-night of love, working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet- fleshed day.
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor — all falls aside but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the atmosphere and the clouds, what was expected of heaven or feared of hell, are now consumed,
Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable,
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Ebb stung by the flow, and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,
Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and deliri- ous juice,
Bridegroom-night of love, working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet- fleshed day.
This is the nucleus — after the child is born of
woman, the man is born of woman,
This is the bath of birth — this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.
This is the bath of birth — this is the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.
Be not ashamed, women! your privilege encloses
the rest, it is the exit of the rest,
You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul!
You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul!
The female contains all qualities, and tempers
them — she is in her place, she moves with
perfect balance,
She is all things duly veiled, she is both passive and active — she is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.
She is all things duly veiled, she is both passive and active — she is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.
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I see the bearer of the great fruit which is im- mortality — the good thereof is not tasted by roues, and never can be.
The male is not less the soul, nor more — he too
is in his place,
He too is all qualities, he is action and power, the flush of the known universe is in him,
Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defi- ance become him well,
The fiercest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost, become him well — pride is for him,
The full-spread pride of man is calming and ex- cellent to the soul,
Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings everything to the test of himself,
Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes soundings at last only here,
Where else does he strike soundings, except here?
He too is all qualities, he is action and power, the flush of the known universe is in him,
Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defi- ance become him well,
The fiercest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost, become him well — pride is for him,
The full-spread pride of man is calming and ex- cellent to the soul,
Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings everything to the test of himself,
Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes soundings at last only here,
Where else does he strike soundings, except here?
The man's body is sacred, and the woman's body
is sacred — it is no matter who,
Is it a slave? Is it one of the dull-faced immi- grants just landed on the wharf?
Each belongs here or anywhere, just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,
Each has his or her place in the procession.
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Each belongs here or anywhere, just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,
Each has his or her place in the procession.
All is a procession!
The universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion!
The universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion!
Do you know so much, that you call the slave or
the dull-face ignorant?
Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffused float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, for you, and not for him and her?
Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffused float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, for you, and not for him and her?
A man's body at auction!
I help the auctioneer — the sloven does not half know his business.
I help the auctioneer — the sloven does not half know his business.
Gentlemen, look on this wonder!
Whatever the bids of the bidders, they cannot be high enough for it,
For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years, without one animal or plant,
For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolled.
Whatever the bids of the bidders, they cannot be high enough for it,
For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years, without one animal or plant,
For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolled.
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In it and below it the making of the attributes of heroes.
Examine these limbs, red, black, or white — they
are so cunning in tendon and nerve,
They shall be stript that you may see them.
They shall be stript that you may see them.
Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition,
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant back-bone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant back-bone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Within there runs blood — the same old blood!
the same red running blood!
There swells and jets a heart — there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations,
Do you think they are not there because they are not expressed in parlors and lecture-rooms?
There swells and jets a heart — there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations,
Do you think they are not there because they are not expressed in parlors and lecture-rooms?
This is not only one man — this is the father of
those who shall be fathers in their turns,
In him the start of populous states and rich re- publics,
Of him countless immortal lives, with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
In him the start of populous states and rich re- publics,
Of him countless immortal lives, with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
How do you know who shall come from the off- spring of his offspring through the centuries?
Who might you find you have come from yourself,
if you could trace back through the cen- turies?
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A woman's body at auction!
She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers,
She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers,
She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.
Her daughters, or their daughters' daughters —
who knows who shall mate with them?
Who knows through the centuries what heroes may come from them?
Who knows through the centuries what heroes may come from them?
In them, and of them, natal love — in them
the divine mystery, the same old beautiful
mystery.
Have you ever loved the body of a woman?
Have you ever loved the body of a man?
Your father, where is your father?
Your mother, is she living? Have you been much with her? and has she been much with you?
Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all, in all nations and times, all over the earth?
Have you ever loved the body of a man?
Your father, where is your father?
Your mother, is she living? Have you been much with her? and has she been much with you?
Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all, in all nations and times, all over the earth?
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And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face.
Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live
body? or the fool that corrupted her own live
body?
For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.
For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.
O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in
other men and women, nor the likes of the
parts of you!
I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul,
I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems — for they are poems,
Man's, woman's, child's, youth's, wife's, husband's, mother's, father's, young man's, young woman's poems,
Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,
Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eye-brows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids,
Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,
Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,
Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of
the neck, neck-slue,
Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind- shoulders, and the ample side-round of the chest,
Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm- sinews, arm-bones,
Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-balls, finger-joints, finger-nails,
Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,
Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone,
Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and out- ward round, man-balls, man-root,
Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,
Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,
Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel,
All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body, or of any one's body, male or female,
The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,
The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,
Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality maternity,
Womanhood, and all that is a woman — and the man that comes from woman,
The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears,
laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturba- tions and risings,
The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walk- ing, swimming,
Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving, and tightening,
The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,
The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair,
The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of his own body or another person's body,
The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out,
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,
The thin red jellies within you, or within me — the bones, and the marrow in the bones,
The exquisite realization of health,
O I think these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
O I think these are the soul!
If these are not the soul, what is the soul?
I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul,
I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems — for they are poems,
Man's, woman's, child's, youth's, wife's, husband's, mother's, father's, young man's, young woman's poems,
Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,
Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eye-brows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids,
Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,
Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,
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Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind- shoulders, and the ample side-round of the chest,
Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm- sinews, arm-bones,
Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-balls, finger-joints, finger-nails,
Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,
Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone,
Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and out- ward round, man-balls, man-root,
Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,
Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,
Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel,
All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body, or of any one's body, male or female,
The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,
The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,
Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality maternity,
Womanhood, and all that is a woman — and the man that comes from woman,
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The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walk- ing, swimming,
Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving, and tightening,
The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,
The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair,
The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of his own body or another person's body,
The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out,
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,
The thin red jellies within you, or within me — the bones, and the marrow in the bones,
The exquisite realization of health,
O I think these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
O I think these are the soul!
If these are not the soul, what is the soul?
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