Guatemala Travel Photos (Antigua, Guatemala)

Excerpts from I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman

I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul, (and that they are the soul,)

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,)

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 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!