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Part 5: The Female

from I Sing The Body Electric by Matt Riggen

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This poem was too hot for the 1800s and it's too hot for today.

I don't think, though, that Whitman is really lusting over some abstract female form. I think this has an exact parallel to similar passages in Song of Solomon, and I think that he may be writing with specific experiences in mind as opposed to just the idea of a woman.

I also think he is describing not just the pleasurable act of intimacy, but the act of procreation--this collision of forces to create the 'nucleus'. The description of those forces and his experiences is pretty vivid but I see it as necessary to get his point across.

I may be assuming too much of him, but I don't read much more male gaze into this than what he was putting into part 3. If I was a woman, though, I might read this differently. Your mileage may vary.

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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, 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 dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day.

This the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman,
This the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.

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, sanity, beauty,
See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see.

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from I Sing The Body Electric, released May 1, 2020
Walt Whitman: poetry
Matt Riggen: narration, composition, trumpet, trombones, tuba

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