“Joy upon joy and gain upon gain
\nAre the destined rights of my birth,
\nAnd I shout the praise of my endless days
\nTo the echoing edge of the earth.
\nThough I suffer all deaths that a man can die
\nTo the uttermost end of time,
\nI have deep-drained this, my cup of bliss,
\nIn every age and clime\u2014<\/p>\n
“The froth of Pride, the tang of Power,
\nThe sweet of Womanhood!
\nI drain the lees upon my knees,
\nFor oh, the draught is good;
\nI drink to Life, I drink to Death,
\nAnd smack my lips with song,
\nFor when I die, another ‘I’ shall pass the cup along.<\/p>\n
“The man you drove from Eden\u2019s grove
\nWas I, my Lord, was I,
\nAnd I shall be there when the earth and the air
\nAre rent from sea to sky;
\nFor it is my world, my gorgeous world,
\nThe world of my dearest woes,
\nFrom the first faint cry of the newborn
\nTo the rack of the woman\u2019s throes.<\/p>\n
“Packed with the pulse of an unborn race,
\nTorn with a world\u2019s desire,
\nThe surging flood of my wild young blood
\nWould quench the judgment fire.
\nI am Man, Man, Man, from the tingling flesh
\nTo the dust of my earthly goal,
\nFrom the nestling gloom of the pregnant womb
\nTo the sheen of my naked soul.
\nBone of my bone and flesh of my flesh
\nThe whole world leaps to my will,
\nAnd the unslaked thirst of an Eden cursed
\nShall harrow the earth for its fill.
\nAlmighty God, when I drain life\u2019s glass
\nOf all its rainbow gleams,
\nThe hapless plight of eternal night
\nShall be none too long for my dreams.<\/p>\n
“The man you drove from Eden\u2019s grove
\nWas I, my Lord, was I,
\nAnd I shall be there when the earth and the air
\nAre rent from sea to sky;
\nFor it is my world, my gorgeous world,
\nThe world of my dear delight,
\nFrom the brightest gleam of the Arctic stream
\nTo the dusk of my own love-night.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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