FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determinâ€™d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men; From my own voice resonantâ€”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 bedfellowâ€™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!) â€”From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day; From native momentsâ€”from bashful painsâ€”singing them; Singing something yet unfound, though I have diligently sought it, many a long year; Singing the true song of the Soul, fitful, at random; Singing what, to the Soul, entirely redeemâ€™d her, the faithful one, even the prostitute, who detainâ€™d me when I went to the city; Singing the song of prostitutes; Renascent with grossest Nature, or among animals; Of thatâ€”of them, and what goes with them, my poems informing; Of the smell of apples and lemonsâ€”of the pairing of birds, Of the wet of woodsâ€”of the lapping of waves, Of the mad pushes of waves upon the landâ€”I them chanting; The overture lightly soundingâ€”the strain anticipating; The welcome nearnessâ€”the sight of the perfect body; The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on his back lying and floating; The female form approachingâ€”I, pensive, love-flesh tremulous, aching; The divine list, for myself or you, or for any one, making; The faceâ€”the limbsâ€”the index from head to foot, and what it arouses; The mystic deliriaâ€”the madness amorousâ€”the utter abandonment; (Hark close, and still, what I now whisper to you, I love youâ€”-O you entirely possess me, O I wish that you and I escape from the rest, and go utterly offâ€”O free and lawless, Two hawks in the airâ€”two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless than we;) â€”The furious storm through me careeringâ€”I passionately trembling; The oath of the inseparableness of two togetherâ€”of the woman that loves me, and whom I love more than my lifeâ€”that oath swearing; (O I willingly stake all, for you! O let me be lost, if it must be so! O you and Iâ€”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:) â€”From the masterâ€”the pilot I yield the vessel to; The general commanding me, commanding allâ€”from him permission taking; From time the programme hastening, (I have loiterâ€™d too long, as it is;) From sexâ€”From the warp and from the woof; (To talk to the perfect girl who understands me, To waft to her these from my own lipsâ€”to effuse them from my own body;) From privacyâ€”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 sustainâ€™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 knowsâ€”from the work of fatherhood; From exultation, victory, and reliefâ€”from the bedfellowâ€™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 coverlid off-throwing, From the one so unwilling to have me leaveâ€”and me just as unwilling to leave, (Yet a moment, O tender waiter, and I return;) â€”From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews, From the night, a moment, I, emerging, flitting out, Celebrate you, act divineâ€”and you, children prepared for, And you, stalwart loins.