Summary: Walt Whitman’s Birthday Special:<br><br> Nation-creating glorious smut.<br><br> ⁓The Voice before the Void<br> “A Woman Waits for Me”<br> Walt Whitman<br> A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,<br><br> Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.<br> Sex contains all, bodies, souls,<br><br> Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,<br><br> Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk,<br><br> All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth,<br><br> All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,<br><br> These are contain’d in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself.<br> Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,<br><br> Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.<br> Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,<br><br> I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,<br><br> I see that they understand me and do not deny me,<br><br> I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women.<br> They are not one jot less than I am,<br><br> They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,<br><br> Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,<br><br> They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,<br><br> They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess’d of themselves.<br> I draw you close to me, you women,<br><br> I cannot let you go, I would do you good,<br><br> I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others’ sakes,<br><br> Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards,<br><br> They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.<br> It is I, you women, I make my way,<br><br> I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,<br><br> I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,<br><br> I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I press with slow rude muscle,<br><br> I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,<br><br> I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.<br> Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,<br><br> In you I wrap a thousand onward years,<br><br> On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,<br><br> The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers,<br><br> The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,<br><br> I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,<br><br> I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you inter-penetrate now,<br><br> I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,<br><br> I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now.<br>
