From
Leaves of Grass, by
Walt Whitman:
Ages and ages returning at
intervals,
Undestroy'd, wandering
immortal,
Lusty, phallic, with the potent original
loins, perfectly sweet,
I, chanter of
Adamic songs,
Through the new
garden the West, the great cities calling,
Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself,
Bathing myself, bathing my
songs in
Sex,
Offspring of my loins.