one,
The sensitive, orbic, underlapp’d brothers, that only privileged
    feelers may be intimate where they are,
The curious roamer the hand roaming all over the body, the bashful
    withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and
    edge themselves,
The limpid liquid within the young man,
The vex’d corrosion so pensive and so painful,
The torment, the irritable tide that will not be at rest,
The like of the same I feel, the like of the same in others,
The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that
    flushes and flushes,
The young man that wakes deep at night, the hot hand seeking to
    repress what would master him,
The mystic amorous night, the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats,
The pulse pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers,
    the young man all color’d, red, ashamed, angry;
The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing and naked,
The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the
    sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,
The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening or ripen’d
    long-round walnuts,
The continence of vegetables, birds, animals,
The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find myself indecent,
    while birds and animals never once skulk or find themselves indecent,
The great chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity,
The oath of procreation I have sworn, my Adamic and fresh daughters,
The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate
    what shall produce boys to fill my place when I am through,
The wholesome relief, repose, content,
And this bunch pluck’d at random from myself,
It has done its work—­I toss it carelessly to fall where it may.

} One Hour to Madness and Joy

One hour to madness and joy!  O furious!  O confine me not! 
(What is this that frees me so in storms? 
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man! 
O savage and tender achings! (I bequeath them to you my children,
I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me
    in defiance of the world! 
O to return to Paradise!  O bashful and feminine! 
O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of
    a determin’d man.

O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all
    untied and illumin’d! 
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last! 
To be absolv’d from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and
    you from yours! 
To find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature! 
To have the gag remov’d from one’s mouth! 
To have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.