My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.
The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.