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"A Woman Waits for Me." 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. Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me; I see that they understand me, and do not deny me; I see that they are worthy of me—I will be the robust husband of those women. They are not one jot less than I am, They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength, They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves, They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear, well-possess’d of themselves. I draw you close to me, you women! I cannot let you go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others’ sakes; Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me. It is I, you women—I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love you, I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These States—I press with slow rude muscle, I brace myself effectually—I listen to no entreaties, I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me. Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America, The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers, The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings, I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you interpenetrate now, I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now, I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now. — Walt Whitman #poemoftheday #cityvibes #kericho

"The Statue and the Bust" There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story of both do our townsmen tell. Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East Asked, "Who rides by with the royal air?" The bridesmaids' prattle around her ceased; She leaned forth, one on either hand; They saw how the blush of the bride increased-- They felt by its beats her heart expand-- As one at each ear and both in a breath Whispered, "The Great-Duke Ferdinand." That self-same instant, underneath, The Duke rode past in his idle way, Empty and fine like a swordless sheath. Gay he rode, with a friend as gay, Till he threw his head back--"Who is she?" "A bride the Riccardi brings home to-day." Hair in heaps lay heavily Over a pale brow spirit-pure-- Carved like the heart of a coal-black tree, Crisped like a war-steed's encolure-- And vainly sought to dissemble her eyes Of the blackest black our eyes endure. And lo, a blade for a knight's emprise Filled the fine empty sheath of a man-- The Duke grew straightway brave and wise. He looked at her, as a lover can; She looked at him, as one who awakes: The past was a sleep, and her life began. Now, love so ordered for both their sakes, A feast was held that selfsame night In the pile which the mighty shadow makes. (For Via Larga is three-parts light, But the palace overshadows one, Because of a crime which may God requite! To Florence and God the wrong was done, Through the first republic's murder there By Cosimo and his cursed son.) The Duke (with the statue's face in the square) Turned in the midst of his multitude At the bright approach of the bridal pair. Face to face the lovers stood A single minute and no more, While the bridegroom bent as a man subdued-- Bowed till his bonnet brushed the floor-- For the Duke on the lady a kiss conferred, As the courtly custom was of yore. In a minute can lovers exchange a word? If a word did pass, which I do not think, Only one out of the thousand heard. That was the bridegroom. At day's brink He and his bride were alone at last In a bedchamber by a taper's blink. Calmly he said that her lot was cast, That the door she had passed was shut on her Till the final catafalk repassed. The world meanwhile, its noise and stir, Through a certain window facing the East, She could watch like a convent's chronicler. Since passing the door might lead to a feast And a feast might lead to so much beside, He, of many evils, chose the least. "Freely I choose too," said the bride-- "Your window and its world suffice," Replied the tongue, while the heart replied-- "If I spend the night with that devil twice, May his window serve as my loop of hell Whence a damned soul looks on paradise! "I fly to the Duke who loves me well, Sit by his side and laugh at sorrow! Ere I count another ave-bell, "'Tis only the coat of a page to borrow, And tie my hair in a horse-boy's trim, And I save my soul--but not to-morrow"-- (She checked herself and her eye grew dim) "My father tarries to bless my state: I must keep it one day more for him. "Is one day more so long to wait? Moreover the Duke rides past, I know; We shall see each other, sure as fate." She turned on her side and slept. Just so! So we resolve on a thing and sleep: So did the lady, ages ago. That night the Duke said, "Dear or cheap As the cost of this cup of bliss may prove To body or soul, I will drain it deep." And on the morrow, bold with love, He beckoned the bridegroom (close on call, As his duty bade, by the Duke's alcove) And smiled, "'Twas a very funeral, Your lady will think, this feast of ours, A shame to efface, whate'er befall! "What if we break from the Arno bowers, And try if Petraja, cool and green, Cure last night's fault with this morning's flowers?" The bridegroom, not a thought to be seen On his steady brow and quiet mouth, Said, "Too much favour for me so mean! "But, alas! my lady leaves the South; Each wind that comes from the Apennine Is a menace to her tender youth: "Nor a way exists, the wise opine, If she quits her palace twice this year, To avert the flower of life's decline." Quoth the Duke, "A sage and a kindly fear. Moreover Petraja is cold this spring: Be our feast to-night as usual here!" And then to himself--"Which night shall bring Thy bride to her lover's embraces, fool-- Or I am the fool, and thou art the king! "Yet my passion must wait a night, nor cool-- For to-night the Envoy arrives from France Whose heart I unlock with thyself my tool. "I need thee still and might miss perchance. To-day is not wholly lost, beside, With its hope of my lady's countenance: "For I ride--what should I do but ride? And passing her palace, if I list, May glance at its window-well betide!" So said, so done: nor the lady missed One ray that broke from the ardent brow, Nor a curl of the lips where the spirit kissed. Be sure that each renewed the vow, No morrow's sun should arise and set And leave them then as it left them now. But next day passed, and next day yet, With still fresh cause to wait one day more Ere each leaped over the parapet. And still, as love's brief morning wore, With a gentle start, half smile, half sigh, They found love not as it seemed before. They thought it would work infallibly, But not in despite of heaven and earth: The rose would blow when the storm passed by. Meantime they could profit in winter's dearth By store of fruits that supplant the rose: The world and its ways have a certain worth: And to press a point while these oppose Were simple policy; better wait: We lose no friends and we gain no foes. Meantime, worse fates than a lover's fate Who daily may ride and pass and look Where his lady watches behind the grate! And she--she watched the square like a book Holding one picture and only one, Which daily to find she undertook: When the picture was reached the book was done, And she turned from the picture at night to scheme Of tearing it out for herself next sun. So weeks grew months, years; gleam by gleam The glory dropped from their youth and love, And both perceived they had dreamed a dream; Which hovered as dreams do, still above: But who can take a dream for a truth? Oh, hide our eyes from the next remove! One day as the lady saw her youth Depart, and the silver thread that streaked Her hair, and, worn by the serpent's tooth, The brow so puckered, the chin so peaked, And wondered who the woman was, Hollow-eyed and haggard-cheeked, Fronting her silent in the glass-- "Summon here," she suddenly said, "Before the rest of my old self pass, "Him, the Carver, a hand to aid, Who fashions the clay no love will change And fixes a beauty never to fade. "Let Robbia's craft so apt and strange Arrest the remains of young and fair, And rivet them while the seasons range. "Make me a face on the window there, Waiting as ever, mute the while, My love to pass below in the square! "And let me think that it may beguile Dreary days which the dead must spend Down in their darkness under the aisle, "To say, 'What matters it at the end? 'I did no more while my heart was warm Than does that image, my pale-faced friend.' "Where is the use of the lip's red charm, The heaven of hair, the pride of the brow, And the blood that blues the inside arm-- "Unless we turn, as the soul knows how, The earthly gift to an end divine? A lady of clay is as good, I trow." But long ere Robbia's cornice, fine, With flowers and fruits which leaves enlace, Was set where now is the empty shrine-- (And, leaning out of a bright blue space, As a ghost might lean from a chink of sky, The passionate pale lady's face-- Eyeing ever, with earnest eye And quick-turned neck at its breathless stretch, Some one who ever is passing by) The Duke had sighed like the simplest wretch In Florence, "Youth--my dream escapes! Will its record stay?" And he bade them fetch Some subtle moulder of brazen shapes-- "Can the soul, the will, die out of a man Ere his body find the grave that gapes? "John of Douay shall effect my plan, Set me on horseback here aloft, Alive, as the crafty sculptor can, "In the very square I have crossed so oft: That men may admire, when future suns Shall touch the eyes to a purpose soft, "While the mouth and the brow stay brave in bronze-- Admire and say, 'When he was alive How he would take his pleasure once!' "And it shall go hard but I contrive To listen the while, and laugh in my tomb At idleness which aspires to strive." So! While these wait the trump of doom, How do their spirits pass, I wonder, Nights and days in the narrow room? Still, I suppose, they sit and ponder What a gift life was, ages ago, Six steps out of the chapel yonder. Only they see not God, I know, Nor all that chivalry of his, The soldier-saints who, row on row, Burn upward each to his point of bliss-- Since, the end of life being manifest, He had burned his way thro' the world to this. I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test, As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! Must a game be played for the sake of pelf Where a button goes, 'twere an epigram To offer the stamp of the very Guelph. The true has no value beyond the sham: As well the counter as coin, I submit, When your table's a hat, and your prize a dram. Stake your counter as boldly every whit, Venture as warily, use the same skill, Do your best, whether winning or losing it, If you choose to play!--is my principle. Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin: And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is--the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say. You of the virtue (we issue join) How strive you? De te, fabula! — Robert Browning #poemoftheday #cityvibes #kericho

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