Enfans D'adam 2

2.

FROM that of myself, without which I were nothing, From what I am determined to make illustrious, even
if I stand sole among men, From my own voice resonant—singing the phallus, Singing the song of procreation, 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 pent up rivers of myself, From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day, From native moments—from bashful pains—sing-
ing them, Singing something yet unfound, though I have dili-
gently sought it, ten thousand years, Singing the true song of the Soul, fitful, at random, Singing what, to the Soul, entirely redeemed her, the
faithful one, the prostitute, who detained 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, [ begin page 289 ]

ppp.01500.297.jpg Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land—I them
chanting, The overture lightly sounding—the strain antici-
pating, The welcome nearness—the sight of the perfect
body, The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or mo-
tionless on his back lying and floating, The female form approaching—I, pensive, love-flesh
tremulous, aching; The slave's body for sale—I, sternly, with harsh
voice, auctioneering, The divine list, for myself or you, or for any one,
making, 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, 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? 25 [ begin page 290 ]

ppp.01500.298.jpg 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 loitered
too long, as it is;) From sex—From the warp and from the woof, (To talk to the perfect girl who understands me—the
girl of The States, 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-sustained 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 bed-
fellow'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, 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, [ begin page 291 ]

ppp.01500.299.jpg From the night, a moment, I, emerging, flitting out, Celebrate you, enfans prepared for, And you, stalwart loins.

Part of the cluster Enfans d'Adam.