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
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend
They are ultimate in their own right - they are calm,
clear, well-possess’d of themselves.
-a woman waits for me, walt whitman