I Sing The Body Electric

I re-visited Walt Whitman this morning. He spoke to me with wisdom. Tonight I will sing to the waning quarter moon. I will sing to her of love and friendship and time and longing. I will sing old songs that have no words, but in their melodic sounds convey all that my soul can reveal. It was Whitman who showed me the way. His frankness appeals to me. I am no delicate, lady-like creature. I am tactile and lusty. I have been deprived of life for a very long time. I did not stop breathing, but I might as well. I knew no sensation either physical or emotional..........no, that is not true. I knew pain and sorrow.