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Walt Whitman
A WOMAN waits for me—she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were
lacking.
Sex contains all,
Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk;
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals,
All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth,
All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,
These are contain’d in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of itself.
Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.
The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.
There is no light in earth or heaven
But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.
Is it the tender star of love?
The star of love and dreams?
O no! from that blue tent above,
A hero's armor gleams.
And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.
I am young with the body of an old temple
The fact that you could not break me down
Is what scared you away.
They say she's strong
But they don't know
She walks around on a daily bases
On the verge of tears
You don't have a clue
That she's not fine.
tell me i'm beautiful
tell me i'm strong
tell me i'm wanted
or that i've done nothing wrong
so i can deny it
they say i'm strong because
what i've done is unbelievable.
they say i am good and safe and dependable,
that i am a soldier protecting my own.
but if i am a soldier, then i must be at war.
and if this is a war, then it is one that's never happened.
a war that should have and is still waiting to.
I am reliable,
I am strong.
I'm Mr. Go-getter!
I'm never wrong!
I'm a jokester.
Lifting you high,
I'm here for you;
So don't you cry.
Don't worry about me;
I'll be alright.
So long as you're doing ok,
I'll be fine.
I'm so relatable;
I see your side,
I'll be your example,
Fill you with pride!
Laying in a hospital bed,
Fighting to stay alive,
Friends and family preparing for the worst,
Odds against me to survive,
My eyes close,
Images then appear,
A multitude of memories,
As I hear my mother in tears,
Obstacles presented everyday,
One hurdle after another,
Tripping and falling to the ground,
Scraped, bloodied, but refusing to lie down,
From complications at birth,
To epilepsy at 4,
A man stealing my innocence,
A grand mal and brain tumor,
Dutiful, underpaid bearer of burden
(Although as oxen your past roles were cast,
And dark the stage whereon your scene was set)
The wearing of the yoke of toil has been your alchemist.
Heights imperceptible, by sheer strength surmounted,
Dire circumstance and hind'ring bars overcome,
With sinew taut and stamina unyielding,
Complete, you stand a toil created man.
Grief shall not be my friend! She shall not be
Companion of my table, path or bed.
She shall not share my salt nor break my bread,
Nor walk nor weep nor dream nor wake with me:
I will not trust her mournful company.
Nor listen to her whisperings of the dead,
Why should I heed her somber eyelid's red?
Tears are but chains and I, I would be free!
For grief would make a laggard of my will,
And me, a puny thing of anguished need,
A memory! And I would die at length,
Close to the thought of you — and loving still:
So will I choose a friend of stouter creed,
The wingless, tearless thing the heart calls strength.
When I rise above the earth,
And look down on the things that fetter me,
I beat my wings upon the air.
Or tranquil lie,
Surge after surge of potent strength
Like incense comes to me
When I rise up above the earth
And look down upon the things that fetter me.
Not wholly this or that,
But wrought
Of alien bloods am I,
A product of the interplay
Of traveled hearts.
Estranged, yet not estranged, I stand
All comprehending;
From my estate
I view earth's frail dilemma;
Scion of fused strength am I,
All understanding,
Nor this nor that
Contains me.