“Song of Myself” Verse 4 by Caden Grider


( sound of a train rumbling on the tracks ) ( sound of baseball bats and balls in the bucket) [coach] Here we go, here we go, here we go! ( chatter from baseball practice ) [Caden Grider] Trippers and askers surround me, [Caden] People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, [Caden] My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations, Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events; [coach] Good throw, good throw. [teammate] Lights! Camera! Action! [Caden] These come to me days and nights and go from me again, [Caden] But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. [Jenn] That was so amazing. Yeah, I felt that one. I felt that one.
[Bob] I felt Walt coming through on that one. [Jenn] We’re gonna do a few more, ok? [Jenn] You’re being a good sport.
[Bob] Yeah, this is great man, I appreciate it. ( sound of an aluminum bat hitting ball ) [coach] On the fly! Let’s go! [player] I’m playing third, coach! “And he makes a big time play!”

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