Walt Whitman, I Sing the Body Electric:
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;
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?
The love of the Body of man or woman balks accountthe body itself balks account;
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.
Lana del Ray - Body Electric
Elvis is my daddy, Marilyns my mother,
Jesus is my bestest friend.
I dont need nobody, cause we got each other,
Or at least I pretend.
We get down every Friday night,
Dancin and grindin in the pale moonlight.
Grand old opre, feelin alright,
She prays the rosary for my broken mind.
I sing the body electric,
I sing the body electric, baby.
I sing the body electric,
Sing the body electric,
Sing the body electric.
Im on fire, baby, Im on fire.
Ayup.
I don't get it... why are you comparing a poet from from the 1800s to a pop/hipster/emo artist from today?