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


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

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