Hoc est feminam forma
(vulgata: helium olivam)
This is the female form
In feminea forma hæc est,
diuinum nimbus inde exhalat usque ad imos pedes.
quod trahit ex incendio
et cui resisti fascinatoria vi,
Ego suxisti in sentiunt tua spirandi
inops, sicut vapor,
nil præter eam meque,
libros artis religionum tempus
omnia visibilia et solidum in orbe,
et quod expectatur in cælo
et timetur in inferi,
nunc est super omnem.
insanum filis, indomitæ gestu,
responsum est etiam impotenti,
capillos, pectore, coxis, flecti crura, negligens manibus
omnia dispersi et mixta,
meis etiam nimis lascivæ,
tide fluxit et refluxus tide
œstro amoris tumentes carnis,
deliciis cor traiecto,
infinitumque amorem rumpit liquidi
et magna calidum, Pleumon amoris,
albo ictus et sucus in deliri.
et ecce nocte amoris sponsi
cum silentio operantes,
ad matutina iacentem,
undulata usque ad diem fertilis
perierat in separatio corporum
et persentire suavem die illa.
hoc nucleus - deinde filius
homo factum ex muliere.
Ecce balneum regenerationis
ortus a parvo usque ad magnum
et exitus est.
- Vos portæ corporis
portas et animæ sunt.
femina habere omnes qualitates
et temperat, semper cum gratia
quod sunt in locum suum
et movet in perfectum statera,
absconsa est proprie.
simul est activa et passiva,
necnon et filios et filias et concipiet, et filiis, ac filiabus.
Sicut natura reflectitur in animum meum videbatis,
quasi per caliginem vidi
plenitudo, et sanitas et pulchritudo,
inclinato capite, traiecisse pectus et brachia
- hoc modo femina uideo.
Walt Whitman, in "Leaves of Grass"
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 of 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 and of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.
This is the nucleus - after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman.
This is the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.
Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest,
and is the exit of the rest,
You are the gates of the body,
and you are the gates of the soul.
The female contains all qualities and tempers them,
She is in her place and moves with perfect balance,
She is all things duly veil'd, she is both passive and active,
She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.
As I see my soul reflected in Nature,
As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty,
See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see.