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our lusty lurking masculine poems,)

       Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers,

       and the climbing sap,

       Arms and hands of love, lips of love, phallic thumb of love, breasts

       of love, bellies press’d and glued together with love,

       Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love,

       The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body of the

       man, the body of the earth,

       Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,

       The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and down, that gripes the

       full-grown lady-flower, curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes

       his will of her, and holds himself tremulous and tight till he is

       satisfied;

       The wet of woods through the early hours,

       Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with

       an arm slanting down across and below the waist of the other,

       The smell of apples, aromas from crush’d sage-plant, mint, birch-bark,

       The boy’s longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what

       he was dreaming,

       The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl and falling still and

       content to the ground,

       The no-form’d stings that sights, people, objects, sting me with,

       The hubb’d sting of myself, stinging me as much as it ever can any

       one,

       The sensitive, orbic, underlapp’d brothers, that only privileged

       feelers may be intimate where they are,

       The curious roamer the hand roaming all over the body, the bashful

       withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and

       edge themselves,

       The limpid liquid within the young man,

       The vex’d corrosion so pensive and so painful,

       The torment, the irritable tide that will not be at rest,

       The like of the same I feel, the like of the same in others,

       The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that

       flushes and flushes,

       The young man that wakes deep at night, the hot hand seeking to

       repress what would master him,

       The mystic amorous night, the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats,

       The pulse pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers,

       the young man all color’d, red, ashamed, angry;

       The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing and naked,

       The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the

       sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,

       The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening or ripen’d

       long-round walnuts,

       The continence of vegetables, birds, animals,

       The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find myself indecent,

       while birds and animals never once skulk or find themselves indecent,

       The great chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity,

       The oath of procreation I have sworn, my Adamic and fresh daughters,

       The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate

       what shall produce boys to fill my place when I am through,

       The wholesome relief, repose, content,

       And this bunch pluck’d at random from myself,

       It has done its work — I toss it carelessly to fall where it may.

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      One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not!

       (What is this that frees me so in storms?

       What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)

       O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!

       O savage and tender achings! (I bequeath them to you my children,

       I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

      O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me

       in defiance of the world!

       O to return to Paradise! O bashful and feminine!

       O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of

       a determin’d man.

      O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all

       untied and illumin’d!

       O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

       To be absolv’d from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and

       you from yours!

       To find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature!

       To have the gag remov’d from one’s mouth!

       To have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.

      O something unprov’d! something in a trance!

       To escape utterly from others’ anchors and holds!

       To drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!

       To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!

       To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!

       To rise thither with my inebriate soul!

      

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