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From Pent-Up Aching Rivers.

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.


FROM pent-up aching rivers, From that of myself without which I were nothing, From what I am determin'd 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  
Singing the muscular urge and the blending, Singing the bedfellow's song, (O resistless yearning! O for any and each the body correlative attracting!   [ begin page 80 ]ppp.01663.086.jpg O for you whoever you are your correlative body! O it, more than  
 all else, you delighting!)
From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day, From native moments, from bashful pains, singing them, Seeking something yet unfound though I have diligently sought it  
 many a long year,
Singing the true song of the soul fitful at random, 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, Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land, I them chanting, The overture lightly sounding, the strain anticipating, The welcome nearness, the sight of the perfect body, The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on his  
 back lying and floating,
The female form approaching, I pensive, love-flesh tremulous  
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  
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 that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and  
Two hawks in the air, two fishes swimming in the sea not more  
 lawless than we;)
The furious storm through me careering, I passionately 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  
(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? 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 permis- 
 sion taking,
From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as  
 it is,)
From sex, from the warp and from the woof, From privacy, from frequent repinings alone, From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near,   [ begin page 81 ]ppp.01663.087.jpg From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers  
 through my hair and beard,
From the long sustain'd 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 bedfellow'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 coverlet off-throwing, From the one so unwilling to have me leave, and me just as un- 
 willing to leave,
(Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,) From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews, From the night a moment I emerging flitting out, Celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for, And you stalwart loins.

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.

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