Man/Woman
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 feared of hell, are now consum'd,
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 hot love and enormous, quivering jelly of love,
white-blow and deliroius juice,
Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly
into the prostrate dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the heave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.This the nucleus - after child is born of woman,
man or 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 ehr 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 inexpresisble completeness,
sanity, beauty,
See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see.