Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

From “I Sing the Body Electric” 1855

O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women,

nor the likes of the parts of you,

I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul,

(and that they are the soul,)

I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that

they are my poems.

Man’s, woman’s, child’s, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s,

young man’s, young woman’s poems.

Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears.

Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or sleeping

of the lids,

Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,

Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,

Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,

Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the

ample side-round of the chest,

Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones,

Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-joints,

finger-nails,

Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,

Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,

Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls,

man-root,

Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,

Leg-fibers, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,

Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel;

All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body or of

any one’s body, male or female,

The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,

The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,

Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity,

Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes

from woman,

The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks,

love-perturbations and risings,

The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,

Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,

Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,

The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,

The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,

The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked

meat of the body,

The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,

The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward

the knees,

The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the

bones,

The exquisite realization of health;

O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,

O I say now these are the soul!

Considerations for Critical Thinking and Writing
  1. FIRST RESPONSE. What informs this speaker’s attitude toward the human body?
  2. Read the poem aloud. Is it simply a tedious enumeration of body parts, or do the lines achieve some kind of rhythmic cadence?

Open form poetry is sometimes regarded as formless because it is unlike the strict fixed forms of a sonnet, villanelle, or sestina (which are defined in Chapter 24). But even though open form poems may not employ traditional meters and rhymes, they still rely on an intense use of language to establish rhythms and relations between meaning and form. Open form poems use the arrangement of words and phrases on the printed page, pauses, line lengths, and other means to create unique forms that express their particular meaning and tone.

The excerpt from Whitman’s “I Sing the Body Electric” demonstrates how rhythmic cadences can be aligned with meaning, but there is one kind of open form poetry that doesn’t even look like poetry on a page. A prose poem is printed as prose and represents, perhaps, the most clear opposite of fixed forms. Here are two brief examples.