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I Sing the Body Electric.

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.



1I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth  
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to  
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the  
 charge of the Soul.
2Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own  
 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?


3The love of the Body of man or woman balks ac- 
 count—the body itself balks account;
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is  
4The expression of the face balks account;   [ begin page 101 ]ppp.00270.103.jpg But 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.
5The 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 contour 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 to and fro  
 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 performances, 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-setting trow- 
 sers and waist-straps,
  [ begin page 102 ]ppp.00270.104.jpg The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell  
 strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the  
The natural, perfect, varied attitudes—the bent head,  
 the curv'd neck, and 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, and pause, listen, and  


6I knew a man, a common farmer—the father of five  
And in them were the fathers of sons—and in them  
 were the fathers of sons.
7This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of  
The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his  
 hair and beard, and the immeasurable meaning of  
 his black eyes—the richness and breadth of his  
These I used to go and visit him to see—he was wise  
He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old—his  
 sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced,  
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 show'd like scarlet  
 through the clear-brown skin of his face;
He was a frequent gunner and fisher—he sail'd 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,
  [ begin page 103 ]ppp.00270.105.jpg 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.


8I have perceiv'd 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, breathing,  
 laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm  
 ever so lightly round his or her neck for a mo- 
 ment—what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.
9There is something in staying close to men and women,  
 and looking on them, and in the contact and  
 odor of them, that pleases the soul well;
All things please the soul—but these please the soul  


10This 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, and what was  
 expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now  
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, quiver- 
 ing jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice;
Bridegroom night of love, working surely and softly  
 into the prostrate dawn;
  [ begin page 104 ]ppp.00270.106.jpg Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.
11This 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.
12Be not ashamed, women—your privilege encloses the  
 rest, and is the exit of the rest;
You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of  
 the soul.
13The female contains all qualities, and tempers them  
 —she is in her place, and moves with perfect  
She is all things duly veil'd—she is both passive and  
She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons  
 as well as daughters.
14As I see my soul reflected in nature; As I see through a mist, one with inexpressible com- 
 pleteness and beauty,
See the bent head, and arms folded over the breast—  
 the female I see.


15The 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 defiance be- 
 come him well:
The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sor- 
 row that is utmost, become him well—pride is  
 for him;
The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent  
 to the soul;
Knowledge becomes him—he likes it always—he brings  
 everything to the test of himself;
  [ begin page 105 ]ppp.00270.107.jpg Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail, he  
 strikes soundings at last only here;
(Where else does he strike soundings, except here?)
16The man's body is sacred, and the woman's body is  
No matter who it is, it is sacred; Is it a slave? Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants  
 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.
17(All is a procession; The universe is a procession, with measured and beau- 
 tiful motion.)
18Do you know so much yourself, 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 dif- 
 fuse float—and the soil is on the surface, and  
 water runs, and vegetation sprouts,
For you only, and not for him and her?


19A man's Body at auction; I help the auctioneer—the sloven does not half know  
 his business.
20Gentlemen, 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 roll'd.
21In this head the all-baffling brain; In it and below it, the makings of heroes.   [ begin page 106 ]ppp.00270.108.jpg 22Examine these limbs, red, black, or white—they are  
 so cunning in tendon and nerve;
They shall be stript, that you may see them.
23Exquisite 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.
24Within there runs blood, The same old blood! The same red-running blood! There swells and jets a heart—there all passions, de- 
 sires, reachings, aspirations;
Do you think they are not there because they are not  
 express'd in parlors and lecture-rooms?
25This 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 republics; Of him countless immortal lives, with countless embod- 
 iments and enjoyments.
26How do you know who shall come from the offspring  
 of his offspring through the centuries?
Who might you find you have come from yourself, if  
 you could trace back through the centuries?


27A 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.
28Have 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?
  [ begin page 107 ]ppp.00270.109.jpg —Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all,  
 in all nations and times, all over the earth?
29If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred, And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of man- 
 hood untainted;
And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred body,  
 is beautiful as the most beautiful face.
30Have 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  


31O 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, (and that they are the Soul;)
I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my  
 poems—and that 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  
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,  
 fore-finger, finger-balls, finger-joints, finger-nails,
Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast- 
 bone, breast-side,
  [ begin page 108 ]ppp.00270.110.jpg Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone, 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  
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, ma- 
Womanhood, and all that is a woman—and the man  
 that comes from woman,
The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laugh- 
 ter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and  
The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting  
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking,  
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 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!

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.

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