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;
Bridegroom night of love, working surely and softly into the prostrate
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
This is the bath of birth—this is the merge of small and large, and the
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 daughters.
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.