Strength
Where is one abortive, mangy,
cold
?
Starved of his masculine lustiness?
Weakened
Without core
Loose in the knees, [inserted: and [illegible] grit and]
without core? and grit?
Clutch fast to me, my my
ungrown brother,
And That I will infuse you
with
grit and jets of [illegible] new life
I [illegible] am not to be denied--I compel;
*I have stores plenty and
to
spare [illegible]
And of whatsoever I have I bestow
fully
with upon you
And first I bestow of my love.
*It is quite indifferent to me
who you are
are.
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| The Poet in these notebooks has
his hand in a wider range of activities than we might have expected. We
might note the emphasis here and in earlier passages on the importance
of healing touch:
"Clutch fast to me, my
ungrown brother"
"I dilate you with tremendous
breath,
I buoy you up,
. . .
Not doubt, not hear, not
Death shall lay finger
upon you
God and I have embraced you, and
henceforth possess you
all to {my/our}selves"
"That I seize on the 'ghastly man'
. . .
Here is my arm
press your whole
weight upon me"
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