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I Sing The Body Electric Analysis

Author: Poetry of Walt Whitman Type: Poetry Views: 1576

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I SING the Body electric;

The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;

They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,

And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the


Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal


And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the


And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?

And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?

The love of the Body of man or woman balks account--the body itself

balks account;

That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.10

The expression of the face balks account;

But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face;

It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of

his hips and wrists;

It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist

and knees--dress does not hide him;

The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes through the cotton

and flannel;

To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more;

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-


The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the

folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the

contour of their shape downwards,

The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the

transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls

silently to and fro in the heave of the water,

The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats--the horseman

in his saddle,20

Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,

The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-

kettles, and their wives waiting,

The female soothing a child--the farmer's daughter in the garden or


The young fellow hoeing corn--the sleigh-driver guiding his six

horses through the crowd,

The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty,

good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown,

after work,

The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,

The upper-hold and the under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding

the eyes;

The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine

muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,

The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes

suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,

The natural, perfect, varied attitudes--the bent head, the curv'd

neck, and the counting;30

Such-like I love--I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother's

breast with the little child,

Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with

the firemen, and pause, listen, and count.

I know a man, a common farmer--the father of five sons;

And in them were the fathers of sons--and in them were the fathers of


This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person;

The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and

beard, and the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes--the

richness and breadth of his manners,

These I used to go and visit him to see--he was wise also;

He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old--his sons were

massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome;

They and his daughters loved him--all who saw him loved him;

They did not love him by allowance--they loved him with personal


He drank water only--the blood show'd like scarlet through the clear-

brown skin of his face;

He was a frequent gunner and fisher--he sail'd his boat himself--he

had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner--he had

fowling-pieces, presented to him by men that loved him;

When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish,

you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of

the gang.

You would wish long and long to be with him--you would wish to sit by

him in the boat, that you and he might touch each other.

I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough,

To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,

To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is


To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly

round his or her neck for a moment--what is this, then?

I do not ask any more delight--I swim in it, as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women, and looking on

them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the

soul well;50

All things please the soul--but these please the soul well.

This is the female form;

A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot;

It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction!

I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor--

all falls aside but myself and it;

Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the

atmosphere and the clouds, and what was expected of heaven or

fear'd of hell, are now consumed;

Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it--the response

likewise ungovernable;

Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands, all

diffused--mine too diffused;

Ebb stung by the flow, and flow stung by the ebb--love-flesh swelling

and deliciously aching;

Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of

love, white-blow and delirious juice;60

Bridegroom night of love, working surely and softly into the

prostrate dawn;

Undulating into the willing and yielding day,

Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.

This is the nucleus--after the child is born of woman, the man is

born of woman;

This is the bath of birth--this is the merge of small and large, and

the outlet again.

Be not ashamed, women--your privilege encloses the rest, and is the

exit of the rest;

You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

The female contains all qualities, and tempers them--she is in her

place, and moves with perfect balance;

She is all things duly veil'd--she is both passive and active;

She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as


As I see my soul reflected in nature;

As I see through a mist, one with inexpressible completeness and


See the bent head, and arms folded over the breast--the female I see.

The male is not less the soul, nor more--he too is in his place;

He too is all qualities--he is action and power;

The flush of the known universe is in him;

Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well;

The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is

utmost, become him well--pride is for him;

The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul;

Knowledge becomes him--he likes it always--he brings everything to

the test of himself;80

Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail, he strikes

soundings at last only here;

(Where else does he strike soundings, except here?)

The man's body is sacred, and the woman's body is sacred;

No matter who it is, it is sacred;

Is it a slave? Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on

the wharf?

Each belongs here or anywhere, just as much as the well-off--just as

much as you;

Each has his or her place in the procession.

(All is a procession;

The universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion.)

Do you know so much yourself, that you call the slave or the dull-

face ignorant?90

Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no

right to a sight?

Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float--and

the soil is on the surface, and water runs, and vegetation


For you only, and not for him and her?

A man's Body at auction;

I help the auctioneer--the sloven does not half know his business.

Gentlemen, look on this wonder!

Whatever the bids of the bidders, they cannot be high enough for it;

For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years, without one

animal or plant;

For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll'd.

In this head the all-baffling brain;100

In it and below it, the makings of heroes.

Examine these limbs, red, black, or white--they are so cunning in

tendon and nerve;

They shall be stript, that you may see them.

Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition,

Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant back-bone and neck, flesh not flabby,

good-sized arms and legs,

And wonders within there yet.

Within there runs blood,

The same old blood!

The same red-running blood!

There swells and jets a heart--there all passions, desires,

reachings, aspirations;110

Do you think they are not there because they are not express'd in

parlors and lecture-rooms?

This is not only one man--this is the father of those who shall be

fathers in their turns;

In him the start of populous states and rich republics;

Of him countless immortal lives, with countless embodiments and


How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring

through the centuries?

Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace

back through the centuries?

A woman's Body at auction!

She too is not only herself--she is the teeming mother of mothers;

She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the


Have you ever loved the Body of a woman?120

Have you ever loved the Body of a man?

Your father--where is your father?

Your mother--is she living? have you been much with her? and has she

been much with you?

--Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all, in all

nations and times, all over the earth?

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred,

And the glory and sweet of a man, is the token of manhood untainted;

And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is beautiful

as the most beautiful face.

Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool

that corrupted her own live body?

For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.

O my Body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women,

nor the likes of the parts of you;130

I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the

Soul, (and that they are the Soul;)

I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems--and

that they are poems,

Man's, woman's, child's, youth's, wife's, husband's, mother's,

father's, young man's, young woman's poems;

Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,

Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eye-brows, and the waking or

sleeping of the lids,

Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-


Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,

Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,

Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the ample

side-round of the chest.

Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews,


Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, fore-finger,

finger-balls, finger-joints, finger-nails,

Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-


Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone,

Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls,


Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,

Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under leg,

Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel;

All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your

body, or of any one's body, male or female,

The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,

The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,150

Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity,

Womanhood, and all that is a woman--and the man that comes from


The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping,

love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,

The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,

Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,

Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and


The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,

The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair,

The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked

meat of the body,

The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out,160

The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward

toward the knees,

The thin red jellies within you, or within me--the bones, and the

marrow in the bones,

The exquisite realization of health;

O I say, these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of

the Soul,

O I say now these are the Soul!


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