I Sing the Body Immortal
I sing the body immortal,
inborn longing, reflexive wish, certain vision
of flesh immune to death's decay and death.
Ignoring hope falsely borrowed
from the fate of angels, holy or fallen
(who never knew pilgrimage with matter,
were never clothed in Adam's flesh,
will never indwell these ashes from stars),
I sing a physical resurrection
and not some disembodied destiny. . . .
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