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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Pent-up Aching Rivers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM pent-up, aching rivers;<br> From that of myself, without which I were nothing;<br> From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole<br> among men;<br> From my own voice resonant--singing the phallus,<br> Singing the song of procreation,<br> Singing the need of superb children, and therein superb grown people,<br> Singing the muscular urge and the blending,<br> Singing the bedfellow's song, (O resistless yearning!<br> O for any and each, the body correlative attracting!<br> O for you, whoever you are, your correlative body! O it, more than<br> all else, you delighting!)   10<br> --From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day;<br> From native moments--from bashful pains--singing them;<br> Singing something yet unfound, though I have diligently sought it,<br> many a long year;<br> Singing the true song of the Soul, fitful, at random;<br> Singing what, to the Soul, entirely redeem'd her, the faithful one,<br> even the prostitute, who detain'd me when I went to the city;<br> Singing the song of prostitutes;<br> Renascent with grossest Nature, or among animals;<br> Of that--of them, and what goes with them, my poems informing;<br> Of the smell of apples and lemons--of the pairing of birds,<br> Of the wet of woods--of the lapping of waves,  20<br> Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land--I them chanting;<br> The overture lightly sounding--the strain anticipating;<br> The welcome nearness--the sight of the perfect body;<br> The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on his back<br> lying and floating;<br> The female form approaching--I, pensive, love-flesh tremulous,<br> aching;<br> The divine list, for myself or you, or for any one, making;<br> The face--the limbs--the index from head to foot, and what it<br> arouses;<br> The mystic deliria--the madness amorous--the utter abandonment;<br> (Hark close, and still, what I now whisper to you,<br> I love you---O you entirely possess me, 30<br> O I wish that you and I escape from the rest, and go utterly off--O<br> free and lawless,<br> Two hawks in the air--two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless<br> than we;)<br> --The furious storm through me careering--I passionately trembling;<br> The oath of the inseparableness of two together--of the woman that<br> loves me, and whom I love more than my life--that oath<br> swearing;<br> (O I willingly stake all, for you!<br> O let me be lost, if it must be so!<br> O you and I--what is it to us what the rest do or think?<br> What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other, and exhaust<br> each other, if it must be so:)<br> --From the master--the pilot I yield the vessel to;<br> The general commanding me, commanding all--from him permission<br> taking;    40<br> From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long, as it<br> is;)<br> From sex--From the warp and from the woof;<br> (To talk to the perfect girl who understands me,<br> To waft to her these from my own lips--to effuse them from my own<br> body;)<br> From privacy--from frequent repinings alone;<br> From plenty of persons near, and yet the right person not near;<br> From the soft sliding of hands over me, and thrusting of fingers<br> through my hair and beard;<br> From the long sustain'd kiss upon the mouth or bosom;<br> From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk, fainting with<br> excess;<br> From what the divine husband knows--from the work of fatherhood; 50<br> From exultation, victory, and relief--from the bedfellow's embrace in<br> the night;<br> From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips, and bosoms,<br> From the cling of the trembling arm,<br> From the bending curve and the clinch,<br> From side by side, the pliant coverlid off-throwing,<br> From the one so unwilling to have me leave--and me just as unwilling<br> to leave,<br> (Yet a moment, O tender waiter, and I return;)<br> --From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,<br> From the night, a moment, I, emerging, flitting out,<br> Celebrate you, act divine--and you, children prepared for, 60<br> And you, stalwart loins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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