- A 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.
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- Sex contains all, bodies, souls,
- Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,
- Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk,
- All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,
- beauties, delights of the earth,
- All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,
- These are contain’d in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself.
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- Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,
- Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.
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- Now 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 sufficient 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.
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- They are not one jot less than I am,
- They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing 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 themselves,
- They are ultimate in their own right--they are calm, clear,
- well-possess’d of themselves.
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- I 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,
- Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
- They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.
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- It 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,
- I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
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- Through 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 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
- inter-penetrate 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.