Wednesday Poem

I Sing the Body Electric

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I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh
is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so
lightly around his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and
 looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases
 the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.

Walt Whitman
from I Sing the Body Electric