A Woman Waits For Me Poem by Walt Whitman

A Woman Waits For Me

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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, 10
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. 20

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, 30
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. 40

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Howard 24 April 2005

Whitman is an American Uber Man. Nietzsche would be proud. His passion runs deep and is only surpassed by his certainty. This is what makes him rare among men.

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Inki Chae 01 November 2014

It just makes me laugh everytime

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Spock The Vegan 08 May 2015

I think this poem breaks the PoemHunter rules for being sexually explicit, but there is no way to report it. He seems to describe himself as a polygamist.

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G. Akanji Olaniyi 08 May 2015

Men in such humility for women? Nice poem, I feel! ! !

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Inki Chae 01 November 2014

It just makes me laugh everytime

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Chinedu Dike 21 February 2022

Wonderful rendition of words. A masterful creation.

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M Asim Nehal 22 July 2021

In search of true love which nobody found, this poem is a reminder for the ongoing search

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 25 January 2021

the woman waits for the ultmiate love and union; the loving heart enjoyes all through innocense of feelings; but when it breaks it's union then if feels guilty; the poet master crafted the love of man and woman

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Bjpafa Meragente 17 November 2020

For the epoch, good poem...

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Adeeb Alfateh 23 July 2019

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 great write 10++++++++++

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