I Sing the Body Electric

I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC.

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¹ I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth
them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond
to them, 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? [ begin page 99 ]

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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
perfect. ⁴The expression of the face balks account; 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 perform-
ances, 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, [ begin page 100 ]

ppp.00473.100.jpg 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
trowsers and waist-straps, The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell
strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the
alert, 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 count.

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⁶I knew a man, a common farmer—the father of
five sons; 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 person; The shape of his head, the richness and breadth of
his manners, the pale yellow and white of his
hair and beard, and the immeasurable meaning
of his black eyes, These I used to go and visit him to see—he was wise
also; He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old—his
sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced,
handsome; [ begin page 101 ]

ppp.00473.101.jpg 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, 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.

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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
moment—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 wo-
men, 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
well.

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¹⁰This is the female form; A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot; E [ begin page 102 ]

ppp.00473.102.jpg 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
consumed; 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,
quivering jelly of love, white-blow and deliri-
ous juice; Bridegroom night of love, working surely and softly
into the prostrate dawn; 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
balance; She is all things duly veil'd—she is both passive and
active; She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons
as well as daughters. [ begin page 103 ]

ppp.00473.103.jpg 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.

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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
become 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; 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
sacred; 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. ¹⁷All is a procession; The universe is a procession, with measured and beau-
tiful motion. [ begin page 104 ]

ppp.00473.104.jpg 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
diffuse float—and the soil is on the surface,
and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her?

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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. 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? [ begin page 105 ]

ppp.00473.105.jpg 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 em-
bodiments and enjoyments. ²⁶How do you know who shall come from the off-
spring of his offspring through the centuries? Who might you find you have come from yourself, if
you could trace back through the centuries?

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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? 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 con-
ceal themselves. [ begin page 106 ]

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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
poems; 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-shoul-
ders, 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, Ribs, belly, backbone, 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
female, [ begin page 107 ]

ppp.00473.107.jpg 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-
ternity, 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
risings, The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shout-
ing 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 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.