i sing the body electric
| "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 Soul. |
| Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves? |
| And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? |
| 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 ac- count—the body itself balks account; |
| That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. " |
Leaves of Grass (1855), Walt Whitman
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