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From Pent-Up Aching Rivers.

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.

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,   [ begin page 98 ]ppp.00270.100.jpg 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;
Singing something yet unfound, though I have dili- 
 gently sought it, many a long year;
Singing the true song of the Soul, fitful, at random; Singing what, to the Soul, entirely redeem'd her, the  
 faithful one, even the prostitute, who detain'd  
 me when I went to the city;
Singing the song of prostitutes; 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 anticipat- 
 ing;
The welcome nearness—the sight of the perfect body; The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motion- 
 less 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, mak- 
 ing;
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,   [ begin page 99 ]ppp.00270.101.jpg O I wish that you and I escape from the rest, and go  
 utterly off—O 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 passion- 
 ately 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; (To talk to the perfect girl who understands me, To waft to her these from my own lips—to effuse them  
 from my own body;)
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 bedfel- 
 low'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 coverlid off-throwing,   [ begin page 100 ]ppp.00270.102.jpg 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.

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.

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