A Poem for Thursday: "I Sing the Body Electric ", 1 - Walt Whitman

I'm going back to posting poetry on Thursdays. I've missed it. We'll be doing Walt Whitman for the next couple months.


I Sing the Body Electric
Walt Whitman

1.

I sing the boy electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

D&C 88:15