From pent-up aching rivers
From pent-up aching rivers
From that of myself without which I were nothing
From what I am determined 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 people
Singing the muscular urge and the blending
Singing the bedfellow's song
O resistless yearning
O for any and each the body correlative attracting
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 aching
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 arouses
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 lawless,
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 swearing
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 permission taking,
From time the programme hastening
I have loitered 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
From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers
Through my hair and beard
From the long sustained 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