So here it is:
Her fingers running through her loosened hair,
The awakened, trembling texture of her flesh.
The reflection sees her skin flushed bare,
I am a wicked specimen of the sex!
What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?
Left alone, celebrate yourself, and see yourself.
I celebrate myself and sing myself,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
How luxurious it feels to rest thus,
With loosening clothes I lay and loaf.
The water laps not far from sight...
Urging, laughing, electric he approaches.
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore...
We walk together to the whispering sea.
Breathing broad and convulsive breaths,
Watching their brawny limbs shine gracefully.
Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly,
Such devilish thoughts that overwhelm my mind.
The spirit of God becomes a force upon me,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart.
Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome,
The men ever born are my brothers, and the women
My sisters and lovers. Among us God lays,
In the fields, the trees, the moss and the leaves.
Dancing along the beach comes the twenty-ninth bather,
I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.
How still it was, with only the voice of the sea whispering...
To the always ready grave he lets loose my hand.
The runaway sun lowers on this naked summer night.
Walk with me, confide to me...for I am listening now and in the future.
There is nothing tonight that your hands cannot feel...
You are not to be tamed! You are untranslatable!
Well, I've never experienced a class like it! I thought the whole blogging and internet stuff was pretty intimidating at first, but I'm completely converted now. I thought it was a really enjoyable way to learn. I think I could have been more engaged with the class and blogging but as an international student, this year has been pretty crazy for me, and sometimes school seemed a backdrop for everything else going on. But still, I really enjoyed the class and would love to continue studying Walt Whitman!