I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.

Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.