Friday, June 18, 2010
"I swim in it, as in a sea"
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.
From "I Sing the Body Electric" by Walt Whitman
The Disembarkation at Marseilles (detail), Peter Paul Rubens, 1622-25