1A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking,Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.2Sex contains all,Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the semitic milk,All hopes, benefactions, bestowals,All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth,All the governments, judges, gods, followed persons of the earth,These are contained in sex, as parts of itself, and jus- tifications of itself.3Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.
[ begin page 303 ]ppp.01500.311.jpg4O I will fetch bully breeds of children yet!I will dismiss myself from impassive women,I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and suffi- cient for me;I see that they understand me, and do not deny me,I see that they are worthy of me—I will be the robust husband of those women.5They are not one jot less than I am,They are tanned in the face by shining suns and blow- ing winds,Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend them- selves,They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possessed of themselves.6I draw you close to me, you women!I cannot let you go, I would do you good,I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes;Enveloped in you sleep greater heroes and bards,They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.7It is I, you women—I make my way,I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you,I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These States—I press with slow rude muscle,I brace myself effectually—I listen to no entreaties,
[ begin page 304 ]ppp.01500.312.jpgI dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.8Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,In you I wrap a thousand onward years,On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and of America,The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers,The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you interpenetrate now,I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now.