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I Sing The Body Electric

Walt Whitman 1819 (West Hills) – 1892 (Camden)

  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

  Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal
  And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the
  And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?
  And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?

  The 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 perfect. 10

  The 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-

  The 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, 20
  Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,
  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
  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 sundown,
  after work,
  The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,
  The upper-hold and the 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; 30
  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.

  I know 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

  This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person;
  The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and
  beard, and the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes--the
  richness and breadth of his manners,
  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;
  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; 40
  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.

  I have perceiv'd th
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