In a bid to restore myself to good health, I’ve been reading Song of Myself. For years I’ve studied this poem. With the exception of two Frost poems, which I’ve committed to memory and routinely repeat to myself, there’s simply no other poem I’ve spent more time with (a preposition I know but I don’t care). That’s not to say that I understand Song of Myself because I don’t. For the life of me I can’t formulate a coherent reading of the text. Although if you were to press me on it, I’d say that the poem is about eating and being eaten, multiplying and dying, endlessly, and that salvation or redemption (call it what you’d like) consists in seeing this clearly, or rather feeling it, and energetically participating in the whole process of it all, and loving it. Yes, that seems to me to be what the poem is about.