I’m not just a fan of young adult novels – I’m also a big poetry fan. I especially love Sylvia Plath and Walt Whitman. She had a very dark view on life, and I like that her poems have that edge to them, whereas Whitman definitely deals with more passion in his. One of my favourites is Verse 5 of ‘I Sing The Body Electric’ by Whitman.
[i]This is the female form,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed,
Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable,
Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused,
Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,
Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice,
Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day.[/i]
That’s just…wow. It’s verging on erotic, but it’s so admiring of women and their bodies. I’m in awe.
Considering this poem was published in 1855, it must have been the era’s version of Fifty Shades – scandalous!!