Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.