“He asked about the quality” by C.P Cavafy 

He left the office where he’d taken up a trivial, poorly paid job (eight pounds a month, including bonuses)— left at the end of the dreary work that kept him bent all afternoon, came out at seven and walked off slowly, idling his way down the street. Good-looking; and interesting: showing as he did that he’d…

“I Sing the Body Electric” by Walt Whitman 

I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,  They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,  And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.  Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves? …