Children of Adam

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,
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.

1860 1867

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS

FROM pent-up aching rivers,
From that of myself without which I were nothing,
From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I
     stand sole among men,
From my own voice resonant, singing the phallus,
Singing the song of procreation,
Singing the need of superb children and therein superb grown
     people,
Singing the muscular urge and the blending,
Singing the bedfellow's song, (O resistless yearning!
O for any and each the body correlative attracting!
O for you whoever you are your correlative body! O it,
     more than all else, you delighting!)
From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day,

From native moments, from bashful pains, singing them,
Seeking something yet unfound though I have diligently
     sought it many a long year,
Singing the true song of the soul fitful at random,
Renascent with grossest Nature or among animals,
Of that, of them and what goes with them my poems
     informing,
Of the smell of apples and lemons, of the pairing of birds,
Of the wet of woods, of the lapping of waves,
Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land, I them chanting,
The overture lightly sounding, the strain anticipating,
The welcome nearness, the sight of the perfect body,
The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on
     his back lying and floating,
The female form approaching, I pensive, love-flesh tremulous
     aching,
The divine list for myself or you or for any one making,
The face, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it
     arouses,
The mystic deliria, the madness amorous, the utter abandonment,
(Hark close and still what I now whisper to you,
I love you, O you entirely possess me,
O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free
     and lawless,
Two hawks in the air, two fishes swimming in the sea not
     more lawless than we;)
The furious storm through me careering, I passionately
     trembling,
The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the
     woman that loves me and whom I love more than my
     life, that oath swearing,
(O I willingly stake all for you,
O let me be lost if it must be so!
O you and I! what is it to us what the rest do or think?
What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust
     each other if it must be so;)
From the master, the pilot I yield the vessel to,
The general commanding me, commanding all, from him
     permission taking,

From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too
     long as it is,)
From sex, from the warp and from the woof,
From privacy, from frequent repinings alone,
From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not
     near,
From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of
     fingers through my hair and beard,
From the long sustain'd kiss upon the mouth or bosom,
From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk,
     fainting with excess,
From what the divine husband knows, from the work of
     fatherhood,
From exultation, victory and relief from the bedfellow's
     embrace in the night,
From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips and bosoms,
From the cling of the trembling arm,
From the bending curve and the clinch,
From side by side the pliant coverlet off-throwing,
From the one so unwilling to have me leave, and me just as
     unwilling to leave,
(Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,)
From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,
From the night a moment I emerging flitting out,
Celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for,
And you stalwart loins.

1860 1881

I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC

I SING the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me