Yet despite exhortations to modify the poem, he did not. 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 love; 40 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. As with the other poems in that edition, it appeared without a title. . Upper-arm, arm-pit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones, 140 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- side, Ribs, belly, back-bone, joints of the back-bone, 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, 150 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 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! In all this, the role of the body as the conduit between the soul and the world remains crucial.
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul? This kind of extreme valuation of the body would seem to be the extreme case of the kind of body-centrism Whitman advocates. Grand Ole Opry, we're feeling alright. The mans body is sacred, and the womans body is sacred; No matter who it is, it is ; Is it a slave? I have a copy of the book but I thought I should sample a thinner book by him first. 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. Whitman takes advantage of this outlet and reminds his readers that all human bodies have the same blood running through their veins, regardless of race.
The expression of the face balks ; 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 kneesdress 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-side. Not the answer you're looking for? And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul? He was a part of the transition between Transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf? We were at a restaurant for our Sunday lunch when I started reading this book and the question stayed in my mind for the rest of the day. The sensuality is prominently discussed to the degree that his publishers tried to have him remove it. 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. All is a procession; The universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion.
I Sing the Body Electric. Commentary Whitman prizes the body most for its generative qualities. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. In the poem I Sing The Body Electric by Walt Whitman, Whitman uses literary devices and structure to convey a message of exploration of the human body. Section 8 concludes with the curious questions about concealment, defilement, degradation with which the poem began.
In the second section, Whitman dives into one of his famous lists, discussing the various ways in which the body is perfect. However, it ends rather dull thanks to all of the enumeration of body parts and the feeling is lost. In 1881, though, both lines vanish. In I Sing the Body Electric, Whitman explores the physical body in connection with the soul. In it, he celebrates the glories of existence, explores themes of the body, its parts and its whole, the interconnectedness of body and soul, the sensuality of the body, and equality and interconnectedness of us all including between races. This is the female form.
Have you ever loved the body of a man? Though modern critics tend to debate his sexuality, there is great disagreement as to whether Whitman ever had sexual relations with men, expressed alongside his poetry. 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 enjoyments. A contemporary analogue of such mixed modalities is Moby-Dick, published four years earlier. Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves? Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float--and the soil is on the surface, and water runs, and vegetation sprouts, For you only, and not for him and her? If any thing is , 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. 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 cow-yard, 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.
He does not pick the body or soul to be more important than one or the other but suggests that helpers of each other that enable spirituality and poetry. 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 ch arge of the soul. This is not only one manthis 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 enjoyments. Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal ; And those who the living are as bad as they who the dead? I pretend I'm not hurt and go about the world like I'm having fun The fact that she pretends means she knows the body is at least partly? In the third section, Whitman narrows his focus. Whitman was in his mid-thirties when he first turned to poetry, uncertain of himself yet determined to celebrate the glories of existence. Do you know so much , that you call the slave or the dull-face ignorant? These lines reinforce the possibility that the poet's song arises not solely from a need to celebrate the human body, but also from a need to come to terms with his own ambivalence over his sexual appetites.
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. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. Almost at the outset Whitman acknowledges that many have doubts about the body—doubts originating in the enduring Christian notion that the body is different from the soul, and is the seat of the soul's corruption. Masculine Landscapes: Walt Whitman and the Homoerotic Text. Have you ever loved the body of a woman? He was a part of the transition between Transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works.