And
parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare stript
heart, And reached till you felt my beard and reached till you felt my feet
- In this passage feet are used as a sensual organ. When someone touches another persons feet a unique connection is formed because feet carry our bodies, they are incredibly sacred.
Selling
all he possesses and traveling on foot to fee
lawyers for his brother and sit by
him while
he
is tried for forgery:
- Feet are a means of labor for vindication.
Her
father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly
smoking,
they had moccasin to their feet
and
large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders
She
had long eyelashes an, her head was bare, her coarse
straight
locks descended upon her voluptuous limps and
reach'd her feet
- Once again their location is sensual. They add to the beauty of our bodies when emphasized, yet they are usually unnoticed and hidden. Feet are taboo.
And
went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,
And
brought water and fill'd a tub for his sweated body and
bruis'd feet.
- Reference to a sacred act (Jesus washing feet).
It
sails me . . . . I dab with bare feet .
. . . they are licked by the indolent waves,
I
am exposed . . . . cut by bitter and poisoned hail,
Steeped
amid honeyed morphine . . . . my windpipe squeezed in the fakes of death,
Let
up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,
And
that we call Being
- Sense of touch is extra special with the feet, it is a rarer sensation than with the hands.
My
ties and ballasts leave me . . . . I travel . . . . I sail . . . . my elbows
rest in the sea-gaps,
I
skirt the sierras . . . . my palms cover continents,
I
am afoot with my vision....
- The vision is in motion, feet are what move us.
Coming
home with the bearded and dark-cheeked bush-boy . . . . riding behind him at
the drape
of
the day;
Far
from the settlements studying the print of animals' feet,
or the moccasin print;
- Feet can tell us so much about where someone has been and who they are. Feet leave our imprint on the world and touch more than we realize. People leave their imprints on the world through feet and pick up pieces without any notion of it.
We
are about approaching some great battlefield in which we are soon to be
engaged,
We
pass the colossal outposts of the encampments . . . . we pass with still feet and caution;
Or
we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruined city . . . . the blocks and
fallen
architecture
more than all the living cities of the globe.
- Our feet express our feelings
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
- Everyone turns to dust and will be under someones feet. If we look under our feet in nature we will find dirt, dust or sand. This is not only a connection with the natural world but also everything that has ever lived on this planet.
We all have feet (unless something horrible happened that cost us our precious limbs). Our feet are something that have taken us everywhere we've been and can take us to new places, they are sacred and one of our most useful tools. Our stories are the stories of our feet, feet are beautiful and prized possessions that connect us to the Earth, to other feet and to everything else. Whitman uses this motif because of the strong connection that feet have with Earth and with our bodies. They are the Herald of our senses and stories, they are the closest organ to grass, and the ultimate connector.