Song of Myself

hermien vos poems

My respiration and inspiration…the beating of my heart…

the passing of blood and air through my lungs,

The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and

darkcolored sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn…

The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields

and hillsides,

The feeling of health…the full-noon trill…the song of me

rising from the bed and meeting the sun.

Walt Whitman – Song of myself