Paroles de The Body Cosmic

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 Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off Just as much as you Each has his or her place in the procession (All is a procession The universe is a procession With measured and perfect motion) Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies Conceal themselves? And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who Defile the dead? And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul? And if the body were not the soul, then what is the soul?