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Enfans D'adam 3

Part of the cluster Enfans d'Adam.


1O MY children! O mates! O the bodies of you, and of all men and women,  
 engirth me, and I engirth them,
O they will not let me off, nor I them, till I go with  
 them, respond to them,
And respond to the contact of them, and discorrupt  
 them, and charge them with the charge of the  
2Was it doubted if 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 account  
 —the body itself balks account,
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is  
4The expression of the face balks account, But the expression of a well made man appears not  
 only in his face,
  [ begin page 292 ]ppp.01500.300.jpg 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  
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- 
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,
  [ begin page 293 ]ppp.01500.301.jpg 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  
 trousers 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 curved 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.
6I knew a man, He was a common farmer—he was 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 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  
25*   [ begin page 294 ]ppp.01500.302.jpg 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 showed like scarlet  
 through the clear-brown skin of his face,
He was a frequent gunner and fisher—he sailed  
 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  
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  
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 perceived that to be with those I like is  
To stop in company with the rest at evening is  
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.
  [ begin page 295 ]ppp.01500.303.jpg 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 well.
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 feared 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,  
 quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious  
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-fleshed  
11This is the nucleus—after the child is born of  
 woman, the man is born of woman,
  [ begin page 296 ]ppp.01500.304.jpg 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 veiled—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  
 become him well,
The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost,  
 sorrow that is utmost, become him well—pride  
 is for him,
The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent  
 to the Soul;
  [ begin page 297 ]ppp.01500.305.jpg 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  
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  
 beautiful 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  
 diffused 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,
  [ begin page 298 ]ppp.01500.306.jpg For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years,  
 without one animal or plant,
For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolled.
21In this head the all-baffling brain, In it and below it, the making of the attributes of  
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,  
 desires, reachings, aspirations,
Do you think they are not there because they are not  
 expressed 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 em- 
 bodiments and enjoyments.
26How do you know who shall come from the offspring  
 of his offspring through the centuries?
  [ begin page 299 ]ppp.01500.307.jpg 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.
28Her daughters, or their daughters' daughters—who  
 knows who shall mate with them?
Who knows through the centuries what heroes may  
 come from them?
29In them, and of them, natal love—in them that  
 divine mystery, the same old beautiful mystery.
30Have 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?
31If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred, And the glory and sweet of a man, is the token of  
 manhood untainted,
And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred  
 body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face.
32Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live  
 body? or the fool that corrupted her own live  
  [ begin page 300 ]ppp.01500.308.jpg For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot con- 
 ceal themselves.
33O 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-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, 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,   [ begin page 301 ]ppp.01500.309.jpg 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, shout- 
 ing aloud,
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 his own body, or  
 another person's 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,
26   [ begin page 302 ]ppp.01500.310.jpg The exquisite realization of health, O I say now these are not the parts and poems of the  
 body only, but of the Soul,
O I say these are the Soul!

Part of the cluster Enfans d'Adam.

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