A WOMAN has given me strength and affluence1.
Admitted!
All the rocking wheat of Canada, ripening2 now,
has not so much of strength as the body of one
woman
sweet in ear, nor so much to give
though it feed nations.
Hunger is the very Satan.
The fear of hunger is Moloch, Belial, the horrible
God.
It is a fearful thing to be dominated by the fear of
hunger.
Not bread alone, not the belly3 nor the thirsty
throat.
I have never yet been smitten4 through the belly,
with the lack of bread,
no, nor even milk and honey.
The fear of the want of these things seems to be
quite left out of me.
For so much, I thank the good generations of man-
kind.
II
AND the sweet, constant, balanced heat
of the suave5 sensitive body, the hunger for this
has never seized me and terrified me.
Here again, man has been good in his legacy6 to us,
in these two primary instances.
III
THEN the dumb, aching, bitter, helpless need,
the pining to be initiated7,
to have access to the knowledge that the great dead
have opened up for us, to know, to satisfy
the great and dominant8 hunger of the mind;
man's sweetest harvest of the centuries, sweet,
printed books,
bright, glancing, exquisite9 corn of many a stubborn
glebe in the upturned darkness;
I thank mankind with passionate10 heart
that I just escaped the hunger for these,
that they were given when I needed them,
because I am the son of man.
I have eaten, and drunk, and warmed and clothed
my body,
I have been taught the language of understanding,
I have chosen among the bright and marvellous
books,
like any prince, such stores of the world's supply
were open to me, in the wisdom and goodness of
man.
So far, so good.
Wise, good provision that makes the heart swell11
with love!
IV
BUT then came another hunger
very deep, and ravening12;
the very body's body crying out
with a hunger more frightening, more profound
than stomach or throat or even the mind;
redder than death, more clamorous13.
The hunger for the woman. Alas14,
it is so deep a Moloch, ruthless and strong,
'tis like the unutterable name of the dread15 Lord,
not to be spoken aloud.
Yet there it is, the hunger which comes upon us,
which we must learn to satisfy with pure, real
satisfaction;
or perish, there is no alternative.
I thought it was woman, indiscriminate woman,
mere female adjunct of what I was.
Ah, that was torment16 hard enough
and a thing to be afraid of,
a threatening, torturing, phallic Moloch.
A woman fed that hunger in me at last.
What many women cannot give, one woman can;
so I have known it.
She stood before me like riches that were mine.
Even then, in the dark, I was tortured, ravening,
unfree,
Ashamed, and shameful17, and vicious.
A man is so terrified of strong hunger;
and this terror is the root of all cruelty.
She loved me, and stood before me, looking to me.
How could I look, when I was mad? I looked
sideways, furtively18,
being mad with voracious19 desire.
V
THIS comes right at last.
When a man is rich, he loses at last the hunger fear.
I lost at last the fierceness that fears it will starve.
I could put my face at last between her breasts
and know that they were given for ever
that I should never starve
never perish;
I had eaten of the bread that satisfies
and my body's body was appeased20,
there was peace and richness,
fulfilment.
Let them praise desire who will,
but only fulfilment will do,
real fulfilment, nothing short.
It is our ratification21
our heaven, as a matter of fact.
Immortality, the heaven, is only a projection
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