Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.

O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !