armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews,
arm-bones,
Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles,
thumb,
forefinger, finger-joints, finger-nails,
Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone,
breast-side,
Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,
Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and
outward 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-perturbations and risings,
The voice, articulation, language,
whispering, shouting aloud,
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, 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 sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,
The curious sympathy one feels
when feeling with the hand
the naked meat of the 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 say these are not the parts and poems of the body only,
but of the soul,
O I say now these
are the soul!
1855 1881
A WOMAN WAITS FOR ME
A WOMEN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or
if the moisture of
the right man were lacking.
Sex contains all, bodies, souls,
Meanings, proofs, purities,
delicacies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the
seminal
milk,
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,
beauties, delights of the earth,
All the
governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth,
These are contain'd in sex as parts of itself and justifications
of itself.
Without shame the man I like knows and avows the
deliciousness of his sex,
Without shame the woman
I like knows and avows hers.
Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those
women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
I see that they understand me and do not deny me,
I
see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband
of those women.
They are not one jot less than I am,
They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing
winds,
Their
flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run,
strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right they are calm,
clear,
well-possess'd of themselves.
I draw you close to me, you women,
I cannot let you go, I would do you good,
I am for you, and you are
for me, not only for our own sake,
but for others' sakes,
Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
They
refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.
It is I, you women, I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,
I do not hurt
you any more than is necessary for you,
I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States,
I press with slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I
deposit what has so long
accumulated within me.
Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,
In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and
America,
The drops I distil upon you shall grow
fierce and athletic
girls, new artists, musicians, and singers,
The babes I beget upon you are to beget