Tuesday, April 22, 2014

From "I Sing the Body Electric" by Walt Whitman



I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons,
And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons.

This man was a wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person,
The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and
     beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes, the richness
     and breadth of his manners,
These I used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also,
He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were
     massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,
They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him,
They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal
     love,
He drank water only, the blood show'd like scarlet through the
     clear-brown skin of his face,
He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail'd his boat himself, he
     had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had
     fowling-pieces presented to him by men that loved him,
When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish,
     you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of
     the gang,
You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit
     by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other.

2 comments:

silvereagle said...

Hummm...nice, very nice....this reminds me of your posting yesterday on the rednecks of the south....mighty fine people, and hot men!!!

"You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit

by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other"

Jay M. said...

An inspiration to all men, I think, to live this way and be loved a like that.

Peace <3
Jay