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Poem of Procreation.

13 — Poem of Procreation.

A WOMAN 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, delica- 
 cies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal  
 mystery, the semitic milk,
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the  
All the governments, judges, gods, followed per- 
 sons of the earth,
These are contained 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.
  [ begin page 241 ]ppp.00237.249.jpg O I will fetch bully breeds of children yet! They cannot be fetched, I say, on less terms than  
Electric growth from the male, and rich ripe fibre  
 from the female, are the terms.
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  
I see that they are worthy of me—so I will be  
 the robust husband of those women!
They are not one jot less than I am, They are tanned in the face by shining suns and  
 blowing winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and  
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-possessed 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,
11   [ begin page 242 ]ppp.00237.250.jpg Enveloped in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but  
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  
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 en- 
I dare not withdraw till I deposite 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 of America,
The drops I distil upon you are drops of fierce  
 and athletic girls, and of new artists, musi- 
 cians, singers,
The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in  
 their turn,
I shall demand perfect men and women out of my  
I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others,  
 as I and you interpenetrate now,
  [ begin page 243 ]ppp.00237.251.jpg I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers  
 of them, as I count on the fruits of the gush- 
 ing showers I give now,
I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life,  
 death, immortality I plant so lovingly now.
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