“I Sing the Body Electric” [9 of 9] by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]

O my body! I dare not desert the likes of
you in other men and women, nor the
likes of the parts of you,
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 my
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, eyebrows,
and the waking or sleeping of the lids,
Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the
mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,
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, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-
arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones,
Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm,
knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-joints,
finger-nails,
Broad breast-front, curling hair of the
breast, breast-bone, breast-side,
Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the
backbone,
Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and
outward round, man-balls, man-root,
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,
Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves,
sexuality, maternity,
Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and
the man that comes from woman,
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 tightening,
The continual changes of the flex of the
mouth, and around the eyes,
The skin, the sunburnt 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,
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 morrow 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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