Seven of "Song of Myself" Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-washed babe ...and am not contained between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike, and every one good, The earth good, and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. …showed first 75 words of 1778 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1778 total…another place in the poem that shows his ego. He is everywhere, determined, and diligent. <Tab/>This poem can be interpreted in many different ways. "Song of Myself"is a fairly ambiguously written work. It can be read as an egotistical representation of his thought or as a depiction of the universal human qualities that connects all people to each other. There is countless ambiguity in this section of the poem.